The Wistful Voyage
The hall is loud. It smells of stale beer and wet wool. You are sitting at the long table in the back. Your uniform is crisp. The silver on your rank pins catches the light. You do not touch it. You keep your hands flat on the wood. Your father sits opposite you. He is drinking. He is laughing. He is not looking at you. The party is for your promotion. Captain now. The men clap. They shake your...
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