One word. Fear. Fear I wonʼt make it home. Fear Iʼll never make it back state side. And fear Iʼll never feel again the way Jolene Stewart makes me crave her next touch like Iʼm a fein needing my next fix. Sheʼs my kryptonite. My vice. The one thing that makes me secretly wish for tomorrows and forever afters when all Iʼve ever done is serve. Give without even a...