Pg. 1: I forgot my name. I’m forgetful. My mother reminded me of that always. That—I never forgot. Sometimes only a cruel mother’s scorn remains in an old man of nothing. I don’t want to remember who I am. It doesn’t matter to the isolation. The min
Pg. 2: How many battles did I fight? A war I was forced into, conscripted. I never wanted to hurt anyone but I did—out of fear, out of duty. How many did I kill? The smoke from the blasts in battle blind the shot’s final landing. Nothing blinds the
Pg. 3: I don’t blame my wife for leaving. I was impossible. Not company for the decent. She knew I loved Caleb more than her, even though I never spoke his name. He was there. Then he wasn’t. After Antietam, standing there. Soaked. A field of bodies
Pg. 4: Far out west, the harsh high desert. I came to dry necropathic flesh. I picked a place Iu thought nobody would want. Then the man came to my door. Burnt from the sun since birth. He asked if I was here to own the land. I said I own nothing. N
Pg. 5: I feel unstuck in time sometimes. An illiterate, failed farmer who knows little. I remember even less. I tell you this though—Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought. To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fe
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