21 octobre 2026

I drove eighteen hours in an old truck to watch my daughter get her commission, and a woman moved me to the back row. Then a three-star general stopped mid-sentence and stared at the strap on my wrist.

PART 1 — THE BACK ROW

I got into that car park at about twenty past nine with the cup shaking in the holder, and sat there for a minute breathing diesel and old vinyl.

Ceremony at ten.

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