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

them about 1968. Not the history book version.

I told them about the humidity that felt like a wet wool blanket wrapped around your face.

I told them about “Ski.”

Ski was a kid from Chicago who loved baseball and hated the rain. We were dug into a foxhole the size of a bathtub. For three days, we didn’t sleep. We didn’t eat. We just talked.

I told this continue reading …