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

then said, “Do you ever… dream about it?”

I didn’t answer right away.

Because the truth is, I don’t just dream.

I visit.

And sometimes I come back with mud still under my nails.

“Not like movies,” I said. “Not every night. But enough.”

He nodded like he understood. Like he was trying to put my words into a box his brain could carry.

Then his hand slid across continue reading …