Now at 60, I’m completing my last military mission, 7,000 miles from everything familiar.
It was shortly after midnight in the desert when my phone buzzed inside the dimly lit tent.
The generator outside hummed in its familiar rhythm, and the air carried that dry-dust heaviness that clings to your skin after months in a hostile climate. I was sixty years old, four months into what would be my final military deployment.
Exhausted, sore, and counting down the days until I could finally retire, I glanced down at my tablet expecting a routine message. Instead, I saw a text…
It was shortly after midnight in the desert when my phone buzzed inside the dimly lit tent.
The generator outside hummed in its familiar rhythm, and the air carried that dry-dust heaviness that clings to your skin after months in a hostile climate. I was sixty years old, four months into what would be my final military deployment.
Exhausted, sore, and counting down the days until I could finally retire, I glanced down at my tablet expecting a routine message. Instead, I saw a text…
