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

wasn’t crying.

He kept wiping his face like he was mad at the wetness for existing. Like tears were some kind of pop quiz he hadn’t studied for.

I stared at the laminated menu and realized my hands weren’t shaking anymore.

That’s what scared me most.

Not the shaking—I’ve lived with that for years.

The calm.

The kind that comes after you’ve said something continue reading …