My Daughter Went to the Father Daughter Dance Alone Until a Dozen Marines Walked In

full gravity of the occasion. Then something shifted in her face, something released, and she laughed, a real laugh, the one that comes from the belly, the one I had not heard in three months, and she held out her hand.

“Only if you know the chicken dance,” she said.

Sergeant Riley looked briefly, endearingly panicked, then rallied. “I was trained by continue reading …