A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state,...

Moments of quiet friendship are what make life-everyone’s life-grand

where the Army we loved sold us out for careerist brass, a war-porn-fixated media and military-industrial-complex corporate greed; where the only honor and integrity seemed to exist among the troops on the line.

For the senior officers in Iraq, at least in 2005-2006, the responsibility was to the men at the top, the media, the message, the public back home – anything and everything, it seemed, but the...

The dogs brought it all back to, you know, to the human side.

[it] isn’t something you just get over. You don’t go back to being who you were. It’s more like a snow globe. War shakes you up, and suddenly all those pieces of your life –...