He had always been a misfit. He was tired of sleeping under cars, sneaking into his sister’s basement and working in a diner.
He was afraid he would miss his war so had lied about his age to get into the Army. It was the first time he had two of everything – pants, shirts, jackets, underwear – a good warm coat and both shoes and boots.
He had served his time in Austria, and found, after the first thrill of being home in peacetime, that without the service he was still a misfit – so he re-up’d
Being an escort had given him discipline, respect and a sense of belonging. But now, on the way to Franklin Louisiana, with the body of Pfc John Styles, his 76th escort, he is questioning everything; what it means to be a man and a hero. But, now maybe, he can move on, build a life, and even find love.
