When I Die, Bury Me in Valhalla

A veteran’s perspective on death and dying

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My grandfather and I never talked about war.

The day we could have, we stared at two enormous cottonwood trees in his backyard. With every gust of wind, cotton would fall like snowflakes, peppering his vibrant Colorado grass. As we watched the cotton fall, I tried to find the peace and serenity of the moment, but…