At My Wedding My Mother Said Uniforms Were Not for Me Until Hundreds of Service Members Rose to Their Feet

to survival. I told him I preferred to toast to presence, because survival was about getting through, and I was done just getting through.

We clinked glasses on the back porch while Jasper twitched through some dream on the steps below us.

Months later, running into a former cadet at the base gym, I was told that my name had become shorthand in officer continue reading …