Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

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“You guys have a thousand friends in that little box,” I said. “But who is going to hold your hand when the world falls apart? Who is going to sit in the mud with you?”

I let the question hang there.

“Don’t mistake attention for connection,” I whispered. “One is a drug. The other is oxygen. I learned that the hard way. Don’t wait until you’re my continue reading …