I, a sixty-year-old man, was four months into my final deployment when the message came through. It was the middle of the night in my dusty corner of the world, but only afternoon back home. My daughter, Haley, who was fifteen, rarely texted me during deployments unless it was important. Usually, it was just quick “love you dad” messages. This was different.
Haley: Dad, I need to tell you something, but I’m scared.
My heart dropped. When your child texts you that from 7,000 miles away, your mind immediately goes to the darkest possible places.
Me: Whatever it is, sweetheart, you can tell me. Are you safe?
Haley: Yes, I’m safe. It’s about Mom.