😮 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.

his comrades.” I told the version of the one who chose, without saying he chose. I softened it. Even I, in that second, chose to leave the hero standing.

The judge dropped the charges. The courtroom applauded, softly, like at Mass. Tomás was crying.

I had won. I got a man out of jail with just my word. I saved Güero without even knowing him.

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