The One Thing She Was Put On This Earth To Do

It was after 1 a.m. The phone rang and rang, and then she answered, said, “Hello, whatʼs going on, Brandon?” There was no hiding the trembling in my voice. I told her about the car following me on the way to the store. About the yellow floodlight and the cloud of smoke and how that put me back at the airport in Kuwait among the Fallen Angels, alone in their aluminum coffins. I told her I was struggling, bad. I told her I wasnʼt sure I was going to make it through the night. - Brandon Mitalas,

See more of Brandon's story in What They Signed Up For: True Stories by Ordinary Soldiers.