“ Afghanistan changed him, but Iraq sculpted him. ”
I hate myself that I wasn't there for him. I hate that I could not feel it in him. How could I not know what had happened? How could I not hear it in his voice, his comments, or in his demeanor? He needed my help, and I couldn't feel it.
~ Melissa Seligman
There is no way to imagine what it feels like to be shot at. I will never be with him when he is the most scared.
As he moves through his day, sometimes he stops and just stares at me. There is something on the tip of his tongue. But he doesn't say it. I'm not sure he knows what it is.
