Rebirth in 1982: Walking Away from the Captain's Betrayal
Language: en
In the fall of 1982, my husband, Captain Arthur Hayes, was awarded a Meritorious Service Medal. The base hosted a massive twelve-table banquet to celebrate. No one bothered to tell me. By the time I rushed back, the banquet was long over, and there wasn’t a single scrap of food left on the stove. Sarah, the widow of his fallen squadmate, was sitting in our living room, sipping from a steaming bowl of homemade chicken stew. Her daughter was happily chewing on a piece of saltwater taffy. My own daughter was squatting by the kitchen door, gnawing on a stale, cold biscuit. Arthur cast a…