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

February nights in this part of the country are sometimes clear, the air sharp and still and the stars very present overhead. Katie held my hand as we walked to the car, her other hand pressed against the letter through the fabric of her coat, keeping it safe. Her breath made small clouds. The badge was still pinned over her heart.

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