A Ramble about Military Families, Veterans, and the Rest

I grew up just outside Annapolis. This meant that there was a certain segment of military children attending school with me. They’d talk of the commissary from time to time, but seemed like pretty average kids. (Except for the one who started in our school who said she was from Iran…in the midst of the (…)

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