Don't Ask, Don't Tell
By Rob Rosen
I spotted him outside a café, sipping his coffee and looking like he had the last time I’d seen him nearly eight years earlier, except maybe he was even more handsome, more rugged—if that was physically possible.
I waited across the street, staring at him. He didn’t seem to notice me. Then again, he didn’t seem to notice me the first time around either, all those years ago.
I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. See, I’d just enlisted. Was sent to Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina. It was a hot, sticky, miserable place, but it was my only alternative. In and out of foster care, juvenile detention halls, and local jails, there were no jobs waiting for me, no future to look forward to.
So I joined the Army: free food, free educatio
