My Father Called Me A Zero In Front Of Officers Until The Colonel Asked For My Call Sign

see from the cockpit, the blue that has no bottom.

I breathed it in.

The spent brass casing from Yemen was in the inner pocket of my uniform jacket, had been there since I picked it up off the floor of the TOC and carried it home the way you carry home proof of something that happened. The brass was warm from my body now, thoroughly ordinary, a piece continue reading …