The Barracks Girl Came Home – Then Her Family Saw The News

at 0600. I needed to sleep.

But I knew I wouldn’t.

Instead, I looked up the VFW post in my hometown. I found the commander’s name and email address.

I wrote a short, simple message. I was looking for a young man named Ben who had recently bought a 1967 GTO.

I signed it with my name, but not my rank.

Then I laid down in my uniform and stared at the ceiling continue reading …