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Dressed For Success

The boy wore the personal combat histories of men he’d met, men he knew — encircling his waist, covering his shoulders and chest, strapped under his chin and bloused at his boot tops.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

“I have a cavalry hat, and you can bet your life that it is blue . . .”

Returning Home

“Welcome home,” the stranger said to my husband–more than five hours from our house in Southern Illinois and 10 hours from Pontiac, Michigan, my husband’s birthplace and childhood home.