When I came back from deployment, I found my 7-year-old daughter locked in the garage, frail and covered in mosquito bites. “Daddy,” she sobbed, “Mom’s boyfriend said this is where I belong.” I carried her straight to the base medic and made a single call. That night, their house was turned upside down—and Lisa called me, screaming. Fifteen months in combat hadn’t prepared me for this war.
The knock at the garage door was faint, more like the scratch of a weak hand than a sound meant to be heard. I had just stepped out of the …
When I came back from deployment, I found my 7-year-old daughter locked in the garage, frail and covered in mosquito bites. “Daddy,” she sobbed, “Mom’s boyfriend said this is where I belong.” I carried her straight to the base medic and made a single call. That night, their house was turned upside down—and Lisa called me, screaming. Fifteen months in combat hadn’t prepared me for this war. Read More