The Son

by Philipp Meyer

“I’ve been thinking about the story of your father and the dead men . . .” I hesitate for a moment; this could be nearly any story of my father. Then I realize what she is talking about. “ . . . and there is one I’d like to

But what would she say? That the Colonel had been right? That you could only depend on yourself?

Of course you wanted your children to have it better than you had. But at what point was it not better at all?