At My Father’s Funeral My Sister Told Me to Stay Away From the Cabin I Inherited, So I Drove There Anyway

statement. I had flown directly from Fort Bragg and hadn’t had time to change, and given that everything else about the day felt slightly surreal, the uniform seemed as appropriate as anything else. My father had served two years before I was born. He had understood what it meant to put something on and carry it.

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