Don’t call it sacrifice.
“The Army Goes Rolling Along” first played for Jay and me well over a decade ago. He in his dress blues, a bit loose and with few bells and whistles, I fitted in white satin, walked into the St. Dominic Parish Hall to the song that would mark so many moments of our married life. Fifteen years later, he in his perfectly tailored and fully decorated dress blues, I in a navy sheath, that song played for us one last time. Continue reading