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

time next week?” she asked, trying to sound casual and failing.

Mr. Larkin, standing nearby, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand like he didn’t care who saw.

The counselor smiled.

The principal—watching from a distance—looked terrified and relieved at the same time.

I felt my hip ache.

I felt my age.

And I felt something else too.

Purpose.

“Yeah,” I said continue reading …