I didn’t mean to be at the computer so late this evening. But if I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have seen this story.
It’s a simple story (even if every one of us knows that no one’s story is really simple). It’s a sailor’s story. A vet’s story. If you’ve ever served in uniform, you can imagine being there.
It starts in uncompromising fashion:
After signing my Pop, EM2 Bud Cloud (circa Pearl Harbor) up for hospice care, the consolation prize I’d given him Read More…