Chapter 138: I Want to Hold Your Hand, from Black Hair to White

"Six years ago, Mr. Yale enlisted and went to war for Aryn." "He was gravely wounded again and again, fell into comas again and again, and every midnight when he jolted awake, he still thought of that girl far away." "Was she healthy? Was work going smoothly? Did she remember an extra layer when the cold came?" "Every thought he had of her turned into an iron fist smashing into the enemy." "He guarded Aryn, and he guarded the woman he missed most." "…" The emcee told Bruce Yale's story with feeling....