I Came Home From Overseas Expecting to See My 1969 Corvette Waiting

left my muscles failing at the end of every day. Before that I had spent years in places where the sand worked its way into your teeth and the night sky was so vast it seemed designed to communicate your irrelevance. I had earned every promotion, every commendation, every breath I had taken in uniform. I had made choices, hundreds of them, to live continue reading …