He often thought about his family.
He could just picture his daddy stretched out in front of his store on a Friday afternoon. He always wore a straw hat.
He worried about his mama. It killed JD to know that she was likely letting fear and worry eat up her insides.
His aunt was good at keeping his mama company. She sent him a pair of knitted socks. She had dyed them olive green herself. They were thick socks; they were warm, soft, and the perfect height for his army boots.
JD knew his family was thinking about him, too.
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Cigarettes and Penicillin
Historical FictionWar turns boys into men. It takes moments of your life and changes you forever. It's the little things that follow you. Snapshots. Stories you can tell your mother. Your father. Your aunt. Your son. Your granddaughter. There are good stories. Mome...
