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

admitted. “I don’t either,” I said. She looked at the flag.

“I spent so long being angry at the uniform that I forgot there were people inside it.”

“I can’t take the flag,” I said. “Not today.”

She nodded, wounded but accepting. “But maybe,” I added, “we can put it somewhere we both can see it.”

Her eyes lifted.

“In the living room,” I said. “By his chair.continue reading …