To every person in this uniform, he is a giant.”

A low murmur of agreement moved through the veterans.

Chapter 11 — The Quiet Man

I looked at Ezekiel.

The quiet, unassuming man who made my coffee every morning, who spent his weekends at free legal clinics, who drove a car with a decade on it and never once answered my father’s insults — this was who had been standing next to me the whole time.

He had never bragged.