Steve McGraw's Writings
“Steve, you gotta come quick. Dad’s had a stroke.” Quick. Sudden. Lighting. Sucker punch. “What? How? When?” “A little while ago. We’re at the hospital now and you gotta come quick.” My sister’s voice trailed off and then she hung up with the sounds of motion, excitement, and hurry up in the background. When I got to the hospital I...
I grew up in Georgia, North Carolina, and Texas. At eighteen, my best friend and I enlisted in the Marine Corps, were accepted because we could fog a mirror, and never looked back. Twenty-one years later I left the brotherhood and returned to a civilian life...