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

from a shower, his hoodie bunched at the wrists, his eyes too old for his age.

“Okay,” I said quietly. “We’ll go.”

Tyler exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours.

“But,” I added, “I’m not going in there to apologize for telling the truth.”

Tyler nodded. “Then don’t.”

He paused, then said, “Just… don’t let them turn you into a villain.”

I almost continue reading …