I'll have my war after all.
The C-17 banks hard, twisting through the air in an approach toward Bagram Air Force Base. This is something I was expecting, not so much for the rest of the plane. There are two across from me who appear to be seriously considering an escalation of force against the last meal we ate in Kuwait. The plane slams into the ground, engines roaring into reverse thrust and jostling cargo and passenger alike.
I think I knew…