Stories about veterans, service members and the families who wait for them.
The morning I found out, I was canning green beans at the counter, the way my mother taught me and her mother taught her, the... Read more
The seat was at the head of the table, and it was empty, and there was a folded card standing on the plate with my... Read more
I had decided not to go to the fair that year. I want to start there, because it is the part nobody believes when I... Read more
For eleven years I walked past Alistair Bram every single morning and said maybe four words to him. “Morning.” Sometimes not even that. Sometimes just... Read more
The first time Vance showed up, I almost called the police on him. It was the second anniversary of the day they came to my... Read more
For fifty years I let people believe I had nothing to say about Vietnam. That was easier than the truth. The truth is that I... Read more
My father did not drive me to the recruiter’s office. I want to start there, because everything that came after lived inside that one small... Read more
The patch lived in the breast pocket of my field jacket for two years, and for two years I told myself I would drive out... Read more
I was already half out of my chair when Greg said it, microphone in his hand, the whole VFW hall watching, and he smiled at... Read more
The flag is heavier than it looks. People do not know that until it is in their hands. I had watched it folded a hundred... Read more