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

class of silent teenagers that in that mud, Ski knew more about me than my own mother did. He knew I was afraid of the dark. He knew I wanted to be an architect.

“We didn’t have followers,” I told them. “We didn’t have ‘likes.’ We had each other. And when the mortar hit, I held him while he bled out. I didn’t check a screen to see if anyone cared. I continue reading …