I was in college getting ready to head to campus for finals when I got the phone call no military wife wants to get.
“There’s been an accident. Eight of our men are dead. Your husband could have been one of them.”
I waded through the rest of my day as if I were walking through quicksand. I took my finals, but have no idea what I answered. And I spent every break in between classes in the bathroom crying. I couldn’t even verbalize what was wrong to all those well-meaning friends who noticed my demeanor.