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June's crimson canna

D-Day was a momentous event for our parents, who both served in the US Army during World War II. They worked in military hospitals, first in England and then France. Growing up I heard lots of stories about life in the army. Although I was shielded from horrific details in my childhood, the significance of being a WWII vet was clearly visible, honored, held in high regard. It sticks with me even now and especially now for my brother. God bless the vets.

Sibling heart thuds

On Memorial Day I mundanely wrapped cheese at the food co-op as my brother wrapped his head around a momentous decision. He is taking himself off the Appalachian Trail.  www.walkingoffthewar.org
I let him tell his own story. I listen. I do not need a cell phone tower to hear his pain.