Not My Father’s Arms
As I sat with him that October afternoon, my friend, who was dying, revealed his worst recollection. Not the backwards premonition I expected of war, fractures, the premature passing of…Read More »
As I sat with him that October afternoon, my friend, who was dying, revealed his worst recollection. Not the backwards premonition I expected of war, fractures, the premature passing of…Read More »