Jacob's Way

"The army makes a man hard sometimes. I remember a young girl no more than ten who gave me a glass of buttermilk just outside of Chancellorsville. I still remember that. I guess that’s all my life is. Some pictures fading out behind me, and there’s not much before me." Reisa listened as he spoke. She knew that he was a man who longed for goodness, and longed for friends, and perhaps even a wife an...