13 months. 200 combat missions. 6 months with the grunts, in rice paddies and jungle, calling in air support.
Daughter now 6 months old. To see her for the first time will be a life's event.
Deplaning now at TIA. Looking out over the crowd. No familiar face.
No one is there.
I pick up my bag and enter the door to the terminal. The crowd thins.
Called her from LAX. Told her the flight number and the time I would arrive.
No one is there.
No one is here.
Crap.
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