At the bar, a group of college kids mocked my wife and laughed as we left. I just smiled — twenty years in the Marines teaches a man patience. But when they followed us outside, they found out why that smile never faded.
It began as a quiet Friday evening at Cooper’s Bar, a dim, worn place wedged between a hardware store and a laundromat in Savannah, Georgia. My wife, Emily, and I had stopped in after dinner — just two middle-aged folks trying to relive the kind of easy nights we used to have before deployments, before … Read more