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But my yard was soaking wet. My wife was hosing
down the roof. My kids were filling buckets.
Because unlike the others, I wasn’t hooked up to
the city’s water lines.
I didn’t need the grid.
I didn’t need permission.
And I sure as hell didn’t need to beg for help.
Because months before, I had built something.
You see… My uncle was a combat engineer in the
Marines.
He did two tours in Afghanistan. One in Djibouti.
One off the coast of Diego Garcia (the black sites.)
He saw things most men aren't allowed to talk
about.
I wasn’t always close with my uncle Jack.
He was the kind of man who didn’t talk unless he
had something worth saying. Military all the way.
High-and-tight haircut. Ironed t-shirts. A handshake
like steel cable.
But underneath all that… Was a kind of
sadness.
