“Hang in there baby! You’re almost done.”
That was the best I could offer in my panicked, generally unintelligible speech of encouragement during my wife’s labor... at least the best I could offer from the heart of a war zone, 7000 miles away.
As if watching my wife go through labor on a tiny computer screen isn’t “exciting” enough, the Taliban decided to spice it up a bit that day. In the middle of a 36-hour labor that eventually ended in an emergency C-section, I heard the low rumble all too familiar to our daily lives in Kandahar: suicide bombers detonated themselves at the gates of our base, while another Talib fighter fired a rocket over the fence that exploded near my outdoor, wi-fi hotspot. We’re under attack, again.