Grandson Finds Hidden Note in Grandpa’s Uniform, Then An Expert Tells Him This

The uniform

Luke leaned in closer, instinctively lifting the sleeves to his face. To his shock, the fabric still faintly smelled like Grandpa—a strange mix of tobacco and cedar—though Luke knew that couldn’t be possible. Carefully, he lifted the heavy uniform from its hanger. Its surprising weight startled him. The sleeves were stiff with age, the buttons still firmly closed. Laying it across a nearby chair, he let his fingers trace the familiar insignia stitched carefully into place.