A Joke About A Helicopter Revealed A Past They Never Expected

headset. The RPG trail smoke visible in my peripheral vision. The sickening crunch of shrapnel punching through the tail rotor. Sarah’s voice on the satellite phone that night, crying, telling me about the diagnosis. Stage four. Six months, maybe.

I’d requested immediate transfer home. They’d granted it. I’d spent those six months by her bedside instead continue reading …