When I bought the tickets, I told myself it would help me help my father better understand his father. I had spent a few thousand dollars to fly 7,000 miles - all so that I could retrace the route my grandfather’s tank company took during America’s longest and bloodiest battle in the Pacific Theater. My chest cinched like a belt around my lungs as I thought about all I had done to get to Okinawa, all the years I had spent chasing down answers to questions about my grandfather - and how far away from him I still felt. But despite the endorphins coursing through my body, I began to feel the thumping of a panic attack. The rain was warm it felt like we were getting a jog and a shower at the same time. It was the last day of our four-day trip to Okinawa, and my wife and I were thankful that the humidity had finally broken. We ran in silence as the rain began to fall.
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