April 9, 2017

Deep inside a northbound carrier, a sailor played solitaire all night in his bunk, unable to put words to the anxiety that was, maybe, unfairly arising. After all, he signed up for this, and you don’t join the military without accepting the possibility of war. But the cards felt like they were falling differently this time, and the stakes felt far higher than he had ever expected.

Batten down the hatches, a friend had said in the mess over dinner. This is going to be one heck of a storm.

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