I drove eighteen hours in an old semi-truck to watch my daughter become an Army officer… but before the ceremony ended, a three-star general noticed the worn leather band on my wrist and went completely silent.

It spread section by section until the entire stadium stood.

I wanted to disappear.

I also wanted Holloway to hear it.

Later, Mercer stepped close and said, “He talked about you in the hospital before he died. He didn’t know your name. He called you the stubborn driver’s son from Kentucky who dragged him anyway.”

A broken laugh escaped me.

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