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

was the only one there.”

A girl in the front row, with purple streaks in her hair and heavy eyeliner, wiped her cheek. She didn’t try to hide it.

“I came home,” I continued. “And I realized the jungle wasn’t the lonely part.”

I told them about walking through the airport in San Francisco. People screaming at me. Calling me a baby killer.

I told them about continue reading …