“The bombs…listen…they’re seven klicks away.”
The night before my Grandpa died, he shared a story from the shadows of his hospital bed: he kept hallucinating about World War Two. Continue reading “Shadow Boxing”
“The bombs…listen…they’re seven klicks away.”
The night before my Grandpa died, he shared a story from the shadows of his hospital bed: he kept hallucinating about World War Two. Continue reading “Shadow Boxing”