When I graduated from college, I planned on being the next Diane Sawyer. My hubris took me to a small television station down south where I was a gene...
Night after night, the television screen would show horrible skirmishes, bombings, killings and mayhem. I would never know if my husband was safe until the next day passed and I had heard nothing.
Today is the Fourth of July and I am thinking about war. There will be barbeques. There will be parades. There will be fireworks. But I am a military wife, and today is the Fourth of July, and I am thinking about war.
"It's your last chance to smell him," my friend told me, and my heart broke for her and for all the others who have had the loves of their lives replaced with folded flags.