Later that day, Caleb came into the room where I was sitting.
He had his backpack with him.
He placed it beside the chair.
"Grandpa?"
I looked up.
"What's on your mind?"
He hesitated.
Then he asked whether I could tell him more about the Navy.
I smiled.
"Which part?"
"All of it."
I laughed quietly.
"That's going to take a while."
He sat down.
I told him about the years I had served.
About the ships.
About the people.
About being a Chief Petty Officer.
I explained that being in charge did not mean knowing everything.
It meant taking responsibility.
It meant helping the people who depended on you.
Caleb listened.
Sometimes he asked questions.
Sometimes he simply nodded.
Then he asked about the admiral again.
I told him that Carrick had been very young when I first met him.
"He must have changed a lot."
"People do."
"Did you think he would become an admiral?"
I shook my head.
"No. I was just trying to help a young sailor get through a dangerous day."
Caleb looked at me.
"Maybe somebody helped him become brave."
I considered that.
"Maybe."
He looked down at his hands.
Then he smiled.
I realized that the morning had given him something I could not give him by myself.
It had allowed him to see that his father's service was part of a much larger story.
And that he was not required to hide that story.
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