They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

enough to think silence could protect a child from the shape of a house.

So I left.

The recruiter at the strip mall had a poster of a woman Marine on the wall and a coffee mug that said MESS WITH THE BEST. He looked at my bandages and asked if I was running from something.

“No, sir,” I said.

He laughed. “Everyone is.”

The General Had Kept The Back

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