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

Thursday came fast.

I stood outside the classroom with a cardboard box in my arms like I was collecting donations.

Kids filed in. Some alone. Some with friends. Some with their faces set like they were walking into court.

A few rolled their eyes at the box.

“What’s that?” a boy asked.

“A coffin,” I said.

He blinked. “What?”

I nodded toward his phone. “For continue reading …