Thanksgiving Eve, 2003, I was feeling a bit glum. My son, Aaron, had been wounded in Iraq the previous month. There was a knock on the door, and shockingly, he was standing on our front porch with a 10-day furlough. Much later that night, to my surprise, my daughter, Delphina, flew in from Fort Campbell, Ky. She'd also served a tour in Iraq and hadn't been home for more than two years. The best Thanksgiving ever!
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