I'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.

I know firsthand how critical support systems are.

I don't only long for the thrill of being in the middle of a war, I must understand it; I must make other people understand.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

We all waited on an afterlife. Only I planned to be alive for mine.

I swung from one place to the next, sometimes backward, sometimes forward, capitalizing on my own momentum, knowing that at some point my arms—or, more accurately, my quivering bank balance, accessed through foreign ATMs—would give out, and I’d fall to the ground.

I think that I find a lot of my healing out in the world.