I realized yesterday that this coming Monday is what I now call my “Homecoming.” Feb. 12, 2013, I landed in Kansas City, having left Kabul some 36 hours before, flying through Dubai, and then to Atlanta. The trip from Atlanta to KC dragged by, but eventually, I was on the ground. Max was waiting, and he took me to a Starbucks to get a vanilla latte before we headed back to home sweet home.
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