After awhile, apparently, it’s not a lot of fun getting together with a smaller and smaller group of people to wait out who will be the last one alive.
One day you’re working in the oil fields of North Dakota. The next day the president of the United States is putting a medal around your neck, telling you you’re one of the very few recipients of the nation’s highest honor.
When is war worth fighting? What is the cost-benefit analysis of protecting girls anywhere from those who would deny them something as basic as an education? Is it our problem?
In Waverly, Minnesota, women veterans who have returned from duty are finding the support and friendship essential to their recovery from the wounds, both emotional and physical, they sustained in combat.