Author name: Jenny Ng

The day a silent eight-year-old girl sprinted across a crowded superstore to throw herself into the arms of the angriest-looking veteran in the room was the day I stopped believing in first impressions. Part 1: The Silent Girl and the Broken Soldier I noticed him because everyone else avoided him. He was huge in a […]

Part 1 – The Lunch Card on the Table I was halfway through my second cup of bad diner coffee when a little girl climbed into my booth, slid a worn-out school lunch card and two dented dog tags across the table, and stared me down like a tiny attorney.By the time she asked if

Part 1 – The Day Twenty-One Fathers Were Born Twenty-one veterans in mismatched suits and scuffed dress shoes stood behind a pregnant widow at a military funeral, and somewhere between the folded flag and the three-gun salute, they silently decided to become the father her child would never meet. None of them walked into that

PART 1 – THE NIGHT WE WENT BACK TO WAR The night I heard a child whisper, “Please don’t send me back there,” was the night a handful of broken old soldiers went to war again, without uniforms, rank, or orders. I was just trying to drink my coffee and forget the last war I’d

Part 1 – The Call I Let Go to Voicemail The night my veteran father died alone in an emergency room, a nurse asked if I wanted to come say goodbye, and I said no, because I’d already buried him in my heart years earlier. I hung up before she could say the word “sorry.”

Part 1 – Left in the Waiting Room The last time my son said, “I’ll be right back,” he left me in a hospital waiting room with a plastic bracelet cutting into my thin wrist and no intention of ever returning. The man who finally came for me wasn’t family, but he knew my dead

Part 1 – The Boy in the Wheelchair and the Veteran in the Parking Lot They say this country loves its veterans, but on Memorial Day morning I watched a boy in a wheelchair beg men wearing “veteran” caps to help his dying grandfather, and every single one of them walked away. For about five

Part 1 – The Girl Who Ran Past the Sirens and Hit an Old Soldier at Pump Three The barefoot girl slammed into the old soldier so hard his medals clattered to the asphalt, and by the time she sobbed “I need a veteran, please,” half the highway rest stop was already dialing 911 on

Part 1 – The Day the Cops Walked Into the Kids’ Corner Every Wednesday at 3:17 p.m., a homeless-looking old veteran in a faded army jacket buys a kids’ meal for a little girl he isn’t related to—and today the whole town decided that made him a danger. By 3:24 p.m., someone had already called