PART 3-At his own promotion party, my brother’s fingers were squeezing into my arm when he growled, “Who let you in? Leave. Right now. I’m being humiliated in front of my unit by you. I hardly moved, yet the room behind us fell eerily silent before he could drag me another step. Then his brigade commander materialized at the doorway, jerked to attention, and uttered four words that made my brother’s face go white: “General, is there a problem?”
Dad’s letter began badly. That was the first thing that made me love it. Evie, I am not good at writing this kind of thing, which you already know, so …
PART 3-At his own promotion party, my brother’s fingers were squeezing into my arm when he growled, “Who let you in? Leave. Right now. I’m being humiliated in front of my unit by you. I hardly moved, yet the room behind us fell eerily silent before he could drag me another step. Then his brigade commander materialized at the doorway, jerked to attention, and uttered four words that made my brother’s face go white: “General, is there a problem?” Read More