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At the Veterans Hospital, Bill Gadonski and his mother stood over his father, looking down at the emaciated man. Mr. Gadonski just lay there, not moving, taking up little more than half the bed; he was deteriorating at a faster pace now. Along the sides of the bed, the rails were pulled up … Continue reading
My mom took one look at me and said, “Look at you; a dirty, filthy mess.’’ I was six years old, mixed a concoction of dirt with too much water to cement a small fort of stones for my army action figures. My face and clothes were streaked with mud, hands caked … Continue reading
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