WE.
We walk in these rubber-souled shoes. Strides set long ago, a gait affected by weight. We have known about this since we were young, that we weren’t those people, but this person. We saw "those guys," but never considered them any more than a background character. Instead, we joined the military, fought, won, came home, then real-life hit. When we got home, that is where we met Becky and we thought we were doing what we were supposed to do, plus it felt good to be cared for. We met you, after a deployment to Afghanistan, after a few rough years of drinking, justifying a lazy existence. We thought you were cute, and once we got to know you, you were a really genuine guy. We liked the way you made us laugh, at first. We like the attention you gave us, and what seemed to be us alone, for we never got that from our father. Our father was a drinker, but you are not like him, he was sick, you are a casual drinker, plus, you don’t hit us, you hug us, remind us that nobody will e...