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

until those habits stop being habits and become the actual culture of a unit, invisible and load-bearing and very difficult to dismantle once it’s been built.

I told him I would think about it. That was the truth. I wasn’t going to commit on the spot to reopening a door I had worked hard to close quietly. But I wasn’t going to refuse it either, because continue reading …