A day after that, another morning, the moment Goose came in from work, I shared some sad news, sad but not unexpected. “I found Jackie, maybe. Jackson Crane, at least his name.” I showed Goose the MIA soldier registry, and then an obituary the family likely published several years after the date Jackson had been listed as missing. “It lists a brother, Micha.”
We shared a moment of silence and a hug in honor of the fallen soldier.
“I’m glad you came home.” It was a rather simple thing to say, and I wished for something more eloquent to come to me. Still, it was true. I was thankful, so thankful, that Goose had made it safely back from war.
“I am, too,” he said. “Lately, more than ever.”