Our Nights of Gethsemane

I STILL CRINGE after all these years, but at least I have now developed the capacity to say, "you're welcome," when someone thanks me for my military service. Until not so long ago, I would stare blankly at the person thanking me and do nothing else. They would nervously smile and quickly walk away, not entirely understanding what had transpired. That's the way I liked them to feel. It was my way of implanting a small dose of the FU

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