hand.
“Mrs. Braddock, we’re honored to have you here.”
Then he turned toward Reese.
“Staff Sergeant, report to my office at 1:30. Bring your first sergeant.” MilitaryLeadership Training
Reese lowered his eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
Before leaving, he looked toward me.
“Ma’am, I’m terribly—”
“Later, son,” I interrupted softly. “We’ll speak later.”
He walked away with his head lowered.
Watching him leave, I found myself remembering another young soldier from long ago. SupportVeterans
My little brother Danny.
In 1968, I was twenty-four and working as a nurse in Nashville.
Danny
