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

in my chest.

I reached for my left hand and began twisting the silver wedding band, pulling it past my knuckle.

It was the only piece of jewelry I had left, the thin silver band David had bought me in Syracuse before he deployed.

I set the small metal ring on the green felt blotter directly in front of his ledger.

George stopped writing and looked down continue reading …