“In the week after his death,a casualty assistance officer sat at my kitchen table and asked whether I would like to be notified whether the military found partial remains, the pieces of my husband’s body that might be recovered from the crash site after his funeral. Outside a late-autumn storm was building and the air in the room was damp. The officer passed a form across the table and handed me a ballpoint pen, or I realized that this was war. Not the talk of strategy or politics,munitions or taxation; not the discussions on fiscal costs or boots on the ground jingoism. But a life disassembled, pieces trickling in over time.” - A wife remembers her husband killed in Iraq in 2006.
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