He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

one terrible night’s grace. Nothing had really happened. I was tired. I wanted to go home.

I drove home. I sat in my parking lot for twenty-three minutes before I could make myself go inside. I never told anyone.

Six months later, a younger corpsman found me in the supply closet at the end of a long shift. She was small and careful and good at her job continue reading …