My old man. His favorite activity was to sit by the pool on a nice day and relive the glory days. He was at the top of his class at West Point. An early graduate and the youngest infantryman they’d ever seen in the 85th. But none of that could save his right arm, he’d say. Now he just gazes into the sea of blue washing up on his feet, wishing he could go for a swim. Just one more time.