Max Leibman on Nostr: My uncle Jake came home from the War on Christmas, but he wasn’t the same. Sure, he ...
My uncle Jake came home from the War on Christmas, but he wasn’t the same. Sure, he would seem fine, most of the time. But if he heard a jingle bell or wrapping paper tearing, he would hit the deck and reach for a phantom gun. You could see part of him was still back there, still at the North Pole.
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