Contributor: Lee Wright - - “What will we do when they come?” she asks. I don’t know if she means the government troops, the rebels, the secret police, or one of the many militias. But it doesn’t matter; they all want essentially the same things, and they’ll employ similar means to get them. I want to ask her, “What do you want to do?” But that’s not fair. She has made enough hard decisions in recent months. And, after all, broken or not, I’m the ex-soldier. I go to the doorway of the room where our son and daughter play. They don’t seem to notice as I ease the door shut. Glassy eyed and lethargic from lack of food, it would take a close mortar strike or a screaming klaxon to get their attention. I turn to my wife. As beautiful as the day I met her, she sits in the rocking chair that belonged to her mother. Her dark hair hangs limply...

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Author: Lee Wright