At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
That surprised me.
“For what?”
“At the ceremony, when she attacked your service, I almost turned your combat record into an argument about why she should respect you.”
Samuel looked at me.
Apparently they had discussed this.
Campbell continued:
“She should have respected you before knowing anything about Afghanistan.”
I exhaled.