The Medal of Honor: A Father's Fight

hadow who spent all day in his darkened room. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't talk. The crut

resh wave of panic. I worked double shifts at the garage, my hands raw a

om. He was awake, his eyes tr

red, his voice h

here,

corners of his eyes, tracing pat

up to bullies. She was a h

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bad guys a

his father. I was supposed to protect him, to show him th

ith emotion I was trying to hide. "They don't alw

dismissal. He didn't believe me. How co

n of bills I couldn't pay. I felt a crushing sense of failure, a hollow ache

star catching the dim light. It felt heavy, a symbol of a

n I rem

eneral Miller, Maria's commanding officer, a man with a chest full of ribbons and eyes

this very box

is voice firm but gentle. "We will never forget that. If you or your son ev

r years of grief and grinding pov

e no hope at all. But it w