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“Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. She wasn't looking at the camera; she was looking past it, at her husband behind the lens. “Leo ate a whole apple today. Peel and all. Had to fish the stem out of his hair.” She laughed—a sound Leo hadn’t heard in twenty years. Cancer took her in 2004.

Leo sat in the dark, the VCR’s red light blinking like a heartbeat. He’d spent his whole life believing his father was a ghost in his own home—distant, unreachable. But the tape told a different story. Frank hadn’t been absent. He’d been recording . Collecting the fragments of peace to remind himself what he was fighting for. Homefront Video

“Leo,” Frank said. He rubbed his face. “If you’re watching this, I didn’t get the chance to say it in person. So I’m saying it now, on tape, like a coward.” He exhaled. “The war didn’t end when I came home. It came home with me. Your mother… she was the medic who saved my life every single day. And you—” His voice cracked. “You were the reason I stayed. Not out of duty. Out of love.” “Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of

He paused. A bird sang somewhere off-camera. Peel and all

Leo’s throat tightened. He leaned closer.