War is hell and waiting is hell and war is waiting.

Somewhere nere Ogallala, about six hours into that majestic, maddening prairie, I realize that half an hour has passed since I’ve seen a vehicle in either direction.Oh, I think, as I finally see a pair...

Soon I was weeping—for the reservists who put their entire lives on hold when called to duty, for the military mothers who had to keep their families together all alone, for the parents, spouses, sons,...