There’s a moment in every traveler’s life when the trips stop. Nobody announces it. There’s no farewell tour, no final boarding call. One day you’re the person with the suitcase, and then, quietly, you’re the person with the photo albums. For Larry Dureault, an Army veteran living on the hospice unit at the VA’s Brockton campus in Massachusetts, that moment should have been long past. He’s the kind of man whose traveling days sound finished…