When I returned from my deployment to Iraq in 2004, I was single and had no family to greet me. After the march, all the wives and children of the other soldiers ran to greet their loved ones. There were about six of us singles. As we walked away from the march, our eyes filled with tears. Coming home from the war healthy and with no one to greet me was heartbreaking.
Most of the other soldiers had left. Only a few were standing. My sergeant had told me many times how excited he was for his wife’s home-cooked meals. She had seen me carrying my own gear into the barracks. They both called me out of the blue and invited me to dinner. It was probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. It may not seem like a luxury to most people, but when you’ve spent over a year in Iraq on military food, your definition of luxury changes very quickly.
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