I remember the last information on the news Body Bag count I remember wearing the POW bracelet connected each day to a life either lost or missing I do not remember hearing stories from my father and his fighting in…
Tag: choice
Intrusion
On my early morning walk, when I reach the traffic light, I have the choice of pressing the button to cross. It’s the same decision I have later in the day, when the road is filled with cars moving from…
