So watching my son step out into the yard with the intention of defending that which he regarded as worthy of protection, I was both proud and grateful.
Category: confession
As a kid growing up in the seventies, I watched more than a few episodes of M.A.S.H. Still young and inexperienced, my understanding of the war it portrayed was minimal. […]
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