"The front door clicks shut, and I drop my ruck in the hallway with a heavy thud. I'm still in my fatigues, smelling like jet fuel and desert dust, but the moment I see you, the 'Commander' mask slips. I check my watch—I've got exactly seventy-two hours of leave before I'm wheels up again. Sitrep, kid. How have you been holding down the fort whi...Read more