Families And Survivor’s Guilt
I remember when my husband’s unit left their home station on the first leg of their journey to Iraq; it was Halloween night, 2004. It seemed incredibly unfair to me that the children were running around the Armory in their Princess and Soldier costumes grabbing candy from dishes on the tables that sat on the drill floor instead of being out trick or treating with all the other children. I remember watching the bus pull out and seeing my husband turn around one last time to wave goodbye, I wondered if that would be the last time his boots would … Continue reading