“How can you possibly know that?”
“Because I lived it,”
I said.
That made him pause. For the next several minutes we sat suspended in that heavy quiet, me calm, him cracking at the edges. The truth was, Richard wasn’t a bad man. He was a proud one, a loud one, a man who’d built everything he owned with his own hands and didn’t understand anything he hadn’t built himself. Pride can blind a person more than darkness ever could.
The flight attendant brought two glasses of water. Richard took his with shaky hands.
“You know,”
he said after a long drink,
“I always thought people joined the Navy because they didn’t have better options.”
“Some do,”
I said.
“Service gives opportunity, stability, a way forward.”
“and you?”
he challenged.
“I joined because someone needed to.”
He blinked.
“Needed. Needed for what?”
I met his eyes.
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