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

taller today. Not in inches—just in posture.

We were led into a conference room where the principal sat with a counselor and the young teacher from yesterday—eyes still tired, still red around the rims.

The principal stood quickly, hand outstretched.

He was in his forties, maybe. Clean haircut. Polished shoes. The kind of man who lives by email.

“Mr. Harris,continue reading …