At two o’clock in the afternoon on September 11, 2001, I heard a knock at my door. There stood a young sailor who handed me a flyer and said, “Thank you for your assistance.” To my shock, my husband was getting called up for a spontaneous deployment. The flyer had a list of items I needed to pack in his sea bag and instructions to bring it to the pier at five o’clock that afternoon.
Like the rest of the country, I was horrified by the morning’s events. But I didn’t have time to process – all I knew was that my husband was on a ship in the New York Harbor, and he needed my help. I packed up his stuff, drove it to the pier, and didn’t see saw him again until months later.
Our country has been at war for the 19 years since that day. As…
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