The formation broke. Men scattered, their nervous energy finally released, masking their anxiety with gruff jokes and gear checks. I moved alone, a…
The air in the commissary was always too cold. Or maybe I was just always cold. I moved past the dairy case, the…
I moved toward the exit of the gymnasium, the crowd of concerned parents buzzing behind me, their chatter a noise I couldn’t filter.…
The air in the commissary was always too cold. Or maybe I was just always cold. I moved past the dairy case, the…
The practiced smile of the head flight attendant, Darinda, was a mask of professional detachment, but her eyes were cold. She had Hima,…
Part I — Arrival Morning sunlight knifed through the tall windows of Fort Bragg’s administrative building and threw hard squares across the polished…
She walked away, but I knew the encounter wasn’t over. Questions, once asked, rarely disappear on their own. Particularly from officers with sharp…
He was waiting for me. He hadn’t sat down. He stood by the vast, floor-to-ceiling window, a perfectly tailored silhouette against the blinding…
The moment I hit “Send,” I slammed the laptop shut. The screen went dark, but my reflection stared back at me. A 61-year-old…