As summer slipped away, its unofficial end found us in a much better place than its unofficial start had. We still hadn’t completed our mission, however, whatever that might have been, as we’d collected up to six new spiritual acquaintances; Davis, for sure, possibly Garret, Jackie, Jose, or both, plus Alice, and also Samuel.
“Dog tags!”
Wilbur was scratching his ear beside Goose up on the bed several nights after the parade. We often turned in right after dinner, to share time together before Goose had to head into work. Toto and Wilbur didn’t mind at all.
“Huh?” I assumed Goose was referring to Wilbur’s tags, but the excited tone didn’t correlate.
“That sound I’ve been hearing,” he said. “The jingling…Dog tags…It suddenly makes sense. They’re all soldiers, Davis, Jackie, Jose, maybe
