Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

“Bring me one when this is all over.” He tapped the clipboard once.

“Until four thirty, you stay off that property.

Promise me.”

I gave him my word.

It was the only easy promise I made that whole week.

Paul walked me to the bay door and pointed at the radio log on the dispatch desk.

“If you ever have to call, give the address and ask for Medic Four.

That’s my regular unit.