HE KEPT QUIET WHILE THEY MOCKED THE OLD VET—UNTIL I STOOD UP WITH MY TRAY 😱 He was in the corner booth, hunched over his pancakes, sleeves rolled up just enough to show faded ink. The kind of man who folds his napkin even when eating alone. Three guys in camo hoodies started in on him before the waitress even brought their coffees. "Hey Gramps, you lose your war or just your mind?" one of them laughed. They were loud, young, and trying hard to look tough. He didn’t flinch, just kept cutting his