Some wounds do not heal. When I was a journalist, I remember sitting with the mother whose son’s remains had only recently returned from the war in Iraq. I listened to her grieve as she told the story of how her son unexpectedly came to join the military, how she feared for him, how she found out about his fate. I listened to her weep. Later, I listened to her recount her family’s bittersweet meeting with then-President George W. Bush... Read more