What Did You Expect?

I'm rinsing my muddy boots at the washrack in about 1990 with an M88 Armored Recovery Vehicle in the background

Hey! Here’s a picture of me, back in the day. Below it you’ll hear modern-day me reading a creative nonfiction story I put together with the help of the good people of Wrath-Bearing Tree and So Say We All (Veteran Writers’ Division), about the kinds of things that were going on at the time this picture was taken.

The print version of the story (“What Did You Expect?”) appeared alongside the work of other participants in the SSWA/WBT collaboration in Wrath-Bearing Tree in Jan 2024.

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