Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

the photograph to Tommy, who was still standing like a little guard by the couch, then back to the silver frame.

“David,” Marcus said, his voice carrying a strange weight that made the room feel very quiet. “David was my team leader in the valley.”

Tommy took a step forward, his eyes wide. “Did you send us a postcard?”

“I did,” Marcus said, his voice continue reading …