Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 93
[September 12, 2024] A small group of ragtag civilians were riding in an Army passenger bus painted a dull OD green, all strangers to one another. When the bus comes to a stop, a huge Drill Sergeant jumps onboard – in perfectly starched fatigues and Smokey the Bear hat – and starts barking commands and cussing like a… Read More »