The fine Kuwaiti sand blew around us, settling like a coat of talc on everything it touched. I removed my goggles and tried to wipe the lenses, but my sleeve only added more dust. Parting the flap on the Headquarters tent, Chaplain Ron and I entered, then quickly secured it behind us. A few ofContinue reading “Calling Home”
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