The Wistful Witness
The letter sat on the kitchen table, the paper yellowed and soft at the edges from Elias’s thumb. It was a standard form, Department of Veterans Affairs, Form 21-526, Request for Disability Compensation. The ink was blue, the font sterile. Elias read the line about service-connected conditions three times. He needed the pension. He needed it before the winter set in, before Mara’s lungs gave...
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