Home for Christmas

In 1997, I remember frantically stuffing everything I owned into two large duffel bags with my name stenciled on the sides. I quickly laced up my combat boots and walked out into the biting Oklahoma wind. I had just finished 16 weeks of hellish training as an...

Diary of My First Day at Home

I sat up in bed with a start, my heart racing. It was still dark outside and my brain was halfway between a strange dream about London that I was having and reality. For several seconds, I actually had no idea where I was, until I realized… I am home in...

Coming Home (Again)

After a night of strange, redbull-sabotaged dreams of being chased by a mob of angry animals, I quietly slid out of my pod in the hostel and down the hall for a quick shower. My roomies which included a Chinese girl in the bed above me, a Spanish guy to my left, and a...