Today is my brother’s death anniversary.
The other day a woman behind me in traffic followed me into a parking lot. Last year in Kabul, Rylee relieved her son from his shift on the wall ten minutes before the bomb detonation.
Her son grew up here and played football at a local high school, so tonight at their home game they’re having a moment of recognition for Rylee and her son and the rest of Ghost Battalion, young kids who all left pieces of themselves behind that day.
I don’t know if I’ll attend, but we did exchange numbers and will be getting together in the future. I hope to meet her son one day, so I can tell him that I’m glad he survived, and that my brother would be as well.
Til Valhalla, Rylee
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