Dad was all over your case for your own good. I was a soldier at the mercy of a tough drill sergeant. All the same, he made us strong to face what we have to face. I'm not sure I was his favorite. And why am I thinking about him in the past? Why do I feel it's now my responsibility to care for you, to watch over you, to protect you, no matter what? Why do I have the hunch that when you too meet again, I'm gonna be standing between two veterans of bruised love and precarious life.
