My Grandfather Left Me Something They Never Wanted Me to See

I ran out of time or the people around me proved me right. Probably both.

I sat on the bed.

The mattress springs gave a tired little cry.

His handwriting slanted harder as the pages went on. A little shakier than I remembered.

He wrote that after my last deployment to Kandahar, he started following my work more closely than he ever admitted. One of the continue reading …