I was mocked as a “Stolen Valor” homeless junkie by a Drill Sergeant. He didn’t know I was his Commanding Officer, back from the dead after 1,000 days of torture.
The border was three hundred miles behind me, but the dust of the Zagros mountains still coated the back of my throat. Or maybe that was just the taste of dying. I didn’t look like Colonel Elizabeth Moore, holder of the Distinguished Service Cross and the Silver Star. I looked like something the desert had … Read more