I will never forget the day that I got the call to go to Iraq, it was July 17th, 2003. It was also the day that I found out my wife Terri was pregnant with our daughter, Keira. A few days later I boarded a plane bound for Kirkuk, Iraq. As I sat on the plane in fear of the unknown dangers that lie ahead, I looked around to see many faces buried in books. Here I was, twiddling my thumbs in my lap, letting my mind shroud me in fear. All of the people around me seemed so relaxed and lost in thought of what they were reading. I have never been one to ever pick up a book.
Being raised in…
