"Hello?" he said.
"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Paul. I believe you served in the Army with my older brother, Trevor?"
"Oh, God," he said softly. "I am so sorry—"
"Please don't," I said, cutting him off. "Duane? Nobody blames you for that. That's not really why I'm calling, though. Listen, I...I nearly died a week ago. It got me thinking about all the things I meant to do with my life, and hadn't done. Trevor had mentioned you, years ago. I knew you were in his unit, and I knew he thought of you as a brother. I always meant to reach out to you, but I never did it. That was why I called your aunt and asked for your number."
"Oh, God, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm getting better," I replied. "I was hoping you could visit with us—me, my mom and my sister. It always felt like
