The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

shadows, their work done.

I didn’t lose my career in a single afternoon all those years ago; I found my true calling. It just took me eleven years to answer it. My discharge wasn’t an end; it was a long, painful, necessary pause.

My brother and I never got back the years we lost. We never got to say a proper goodbye to our parents. The scars of what continue reading …