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

in a magazine and said, someday, kid. I had kept that image through seven years of deployments, through sandstorms and sleepless months and the particular loneliness of being far from everything familiar. I had held it the way soldiers hold whatever they hold in the long hours between action, a fixed point, a promise to themselves that there was a continue reading …