My Grandfather Left Me Only An Envelope Until I Landed In London And A Driver Was Waiting With My Name

So did my grandfather’s note. I packed one uniform, practical civilian clothes, my passport, and the leather notebook I had carried on my last deployment and not written in since. At dawn I left while the kitchen staff were still setting out breakfast trays and the morning mist lay low over the fields.

No one came to see me off.

The flight was mostly continue reading …