When I came home after fourteen months in Afghanistan, my wife met me in our spotless living room with a flat voice, a divorce petition, and the news that she’d found “someone better,” then tried to use my deployments as proof that I was an absent husband and father who deserved to lose the house, the support, and even my place in my own children’s lives By the time the transport plane banked over the Texas desert, I had already gone home a hundred times in my head.[227]

When I came home after fourteen months in Afghanistan, my wife met me in our spotless living room with a flat voice, a divorce petition, and the news that she’d found “someone better,” then tried to use my deployments as proof that I was an absent husband and father who deserved to lose the house, the support, and even my place in my own children’s lives By the time the transport plane banked over the Texas desert, I had already gone home a hundred times in my head.