Here's You

Here's You.

It's 3 o'clock in the morning and it's really cold.

Some guy comes into your bedroom and shouts "OUTTA YOUR GODDAMN BEDS YA LAZY ASS LAZY ASSES."

Bewildered, you comply, as does everyone else. Half asleep, you listen as Asshole Number One continues: "Okay, you pieces of absolute shit, in 65 minutes you're getting on a fucking plane and you're going to bomb the shit out of the Krauts. But remember -- they're not just Krauts. They're OUR Krauts. SO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND REPORT IN TEN MINUTES OR I'LL HAVE YOUR FUCKING ASSES FOR BACK-BACON."

And yes, that's you, except you're my dad, and you did this 35 times and each time was bad, far, far worse than you can ever imagine, many times coming home to empty bunks that just yesterday were filled with your best friend.

Just go ahead and imagine that.

It's not right for you to have to do it and it's not right that he did it. He's gone now, but maybe a piece of you can be a piece of him.