😮 I removed the handcuffs from a prisoner and recognized the tattoo of my dead father. He died in Vietnam three months before I was born; I never knew him. 💔 And this 67-year-old man, accused of stealing medicine from a pharmacy, had the same military badge on his arm that my mother has had framed in the living room for forty-eight years.

old man gave me a long look. And he gave up.

“The machine gun had three of us pinned down. Güero, me, and your dad. Güero closest to the fire, screaming. Your dad could only manage to pull one of us out before they riddled us all.”

He swallowed.

” “He took me out.”

I let go of the hand I was holding. I didn’t realize it until I saw it trembling on its continue reading …