The soldiers cheered. SupportVeterans
I laughed through my tears.
Then Tyler handed me a small black box.
Inside was a brand-new battalion crest.
The brass shone brightly, and the white heron stood against perfect blue enamel.
“We know you’ll never replace your old one,” he said. “We just wanted you to have another.”
I thanked him and asked for one promise.
“When you become a senior leader, Tyler, look for the young soldiers who are trying too hard to appear strong. Make sure they know asking for help isn’t weakness.”
