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

looked around searching for support. Some of the women avoided her eyes.

Some of the men stared at the floor. No one came to her defense. Callahan faced the crowd.

“Robert Mercer was my brother. Not by blood. By war.

By years. By every promise one soldier makes to another when both of them are too scared to admit they might not see sunrise.”

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