the first casualty close to home

[kunstler89]

In high school, Jon Grassbaugh was the radio station personnel director who picked me as a deejay. He was a fellow admissions guide. He had ruddy cheeks and a vivid smile than glittered not in his small, pensive mouth, but in his dark eyes. He was skinny, but his hair was already shorn, like a soldier.
Even when they glittered, his eyes looked off to the stuff of thoughts, not roadside bombs.

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