Granddad. Dad. My uncles. They had all been to war. Fighting the Axis Powers, the Viet Cong, and Saddam Hussein. I wondered if I would ever have enemies like that, or a fight worth fighting. All I fought was Wayne Duggins.
After a few silent, pensive moments, with curiosity building in the crowd, he finally spoke.
“LIGHT!” Uncle Willard raised a hand and his voice rang out, triumphant. He beamed, his smile itself an illumination as he gained the confidence of his message. “Light, light, light! Let there be light, friends. That is scripture. By light do we live, by light do we breathe. This little light of mine…” He stopped singing with a chuckle. I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but I was fascinated. “I was Chief Electrician on the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower throughout Operation
