By Dave Livingston
ISTARTED TO KEEP A jour- nal while I was deployed to Afghanistan in 2011, but every day is pretty much the same over there — Marines call it Groundhog
Day, after the movie. After writing
down all the events of just one of
those difficult days in my journal, I
decided that keeping a record of my
time there wasn’t going to work out.
I’m grateful I put that one day down on
paper, though. I never want to forget
those who didn’t make it back with
the rest of us. That one entry reminds
me of all the men and women who got
hurt or died while we were there.
I work in an operations center as a Senior
Air Coordinator. I have not been, and most
likely will never be, in a firefight myself, but
the decisions I make can result in life and
death for others risking their lives. My job in
Afghanistan was to manage air support for
those in combat, and to coordinate medical
evacuations. Though confined to a room of
computers, TV monitors, radios, and liaisons,
the decisions we made in that ops center were
demanding. The day I wrote about in my
journal was September 28, 2011. During my
He went to war,
and dreamed about a life after.
He imagined his wife,
himself, a boat, and freedom
During my time in Afghanistan, I had to find a way to
dream. My wife and I added it up once; I’ve been gone for
more than half of our eight-year marriage.