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It was approximately 0200, I knew this because I lay awake watching the blazing blue numbers on the digital alarm clock tick by. It wasn’t unusual for me to be awake watching the alarm clock or staring at the shifting shadows on the stark white ceiling. It is hard for someone who is accustomed to a certain way of life to adapt to a different one, especially when that way of life is what makes them who they are. They called it transition and said, “Its normal and it will pass”. I had my doubt...

It was a night like any other, another late patrol for the "dependable" chalk. The blackhawk helicopter was a roar in my ears as I looked at the faces of the men I was responsible for through the dim glow of the instrumentation lights. I always looked at their faces, I never wanted to forget what my responsibility was; bringing them all back alive. I counted and recounted, had to know the number of men with me as I wasn't getting back on this bird if I was missing even one of them. Through t...

Have you ever had that nagging feeling, the feeling like you were trying to run from something you simply can't escape? That's the feeling that gnawed at me as I stepped into the terminal at Hartsfield-Jackson in Atlanta, Georgia. Accompanying me were 7 jittery young men, like myself, about to embark on a journey some would see through to its end, some would fail, but none of us would ever forget. As I acclimated to the steady, dull roar of that busy terminal I honestly felt nothing, no fear ...

Have you ever had that nagging feeling, the feeling like you were trying to run from something you simply can't escape? That's the feeling that gnawed at me as I stepped into the terminal at Hartsfield-Jackson in Atlanta, Georgia. Accompanying me were 7 jittery young men, like myself, about to embark on a journey some would see through to its end, some would fail, but none of us would ever forget. As I acclimated to the steady, dull roar of that busy terminal I honestly felt nothing, no fear ...