My Mother Told Me I Could Not Wear My Uniform At The Memorial Until A Veteran Stood Up

wearing those medals, acting like you loved him better than the rest of us.”

“I loved him.”

“You broke his heart.”

For a second I was twenty-two again, standing in our kitchen with my enlistment papers folded in my bag, my mother looking at me like I had betrayed the blood in my veins. You’re just like him, she had said then.

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