Afghanistan Mediations – Part 2

Rising in the predawn darkness of Sept 11th, 2001, I tried not to wake my wife. I showered with the bathroom door shut and didn’t turn on the sink-top radio as was my habit. Exiting, I left the door open a crack to dress in the minimal light it provided. Gathering my things, I kissed her on the forehead as she slept and whispered “see you tonight”. I wouldn’t see her again for three days.