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

life waiting on the other side of all of it.

Just empty concrete. Oil stains. A shadow where something once belonged.

There is a cruel irony in training your entire adult life to manage chaos, to function inside firefights and ambushes and the grinding unpredictability of combat operations, and then being undone by silence. Not the silence of a cleared continue reading …