The Light Where Shadows End

Author's Note

For almost fifty years, ghosts haunted me in night's dead land.

They lived inside my blood, rose out of my heart's graveyard, and reached up from the earth to clutch my throat in terror dreams.

I was a war criminal.

I fired white phosphorous mortars and called in napalm bombs on civilians using weapons banned by the Geneva Convention.

I was a war hero.

I saved four men's lives by sacrificing my own.

I was awarded a Bronze Star with a Combat V for courage under fire and three purple h...