Where forgotten words, now remembered, should be placed

This is a story about how the words of a young girl were forgotten, saved from obliteration, and ultimately took their place among my most cherished possessions.

One of the challenges of uniformed service is continuous movement. As I was coming to the end of my time in the Marine Corps, my family was all over the place. We shifted gears to focus on my wife's career goals, and in doing so, were made to divide the forces. She packed up her Jeep and drove from Camp Lejeune to the Pacific Northwest to run an explosi…