“A maid’s daughter helped an old man every day — until a general suddenly walked in with five military officers…”

wool blanket. It was dark green. Emma touched it. It was rough, not soft. Beneath it, a small dark blue velvet box. General Sinclair lifted it out. Hank told me about this. He opened it.Inside, on a bed of faded white satin was a medal.

It was a star hanging from a blue ribbon. The medal of honor, the general said, his voice heavy with respect. It was continue reading …