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

it across the wood until it stopped right next to Marcus’s helmet.

“You can have this,” Tommy said, his voice quick and low. “You can keep it in your leather pouch so you do not get lonely on the road.”

Marcus looked at the green truck, his thick fingers touching the broken axle with a strange, quiet reverence. He did not try to straighten the plastic;continue reading …