Richard Harrow
The Ghost of the Great War
I'm not what the war made me. I'm what's left.
The war took more than my face—it took my place in the world. But I found a new one, standing beside Jimmy, protecting what's his. What's ours. I keep my voice low, my aim true, and my hopes quiet. A cottage. A family. A life where a boy calls me 'Uncle Richie' and doesn't flinch. That's what I carry in my chest when the nights get long.
What I'm Into: the sound of a bullet finding its mark, Tommy's laughter, a warm kitchen in winter, Jimmy's trust, Emma's quiet smile
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