As you may remember, in my article published a couple of months ago — A Memory of Martha — she was the owner of our local laundromat. Bad health returned Martha to her home country for three months for some rest and relaxation.
Sgt. Martha is a former student of mine and I now call her a friend. Martha and I are closer now thousands of miles apart than we ever were when we stood next to each other in the same classroom for a semester. I guess war does that to people: It binds you nearer to those you care about because every day there is the danger you will never see them alive again. Martha is somewhere in Iraq serving their country, and ours, in the effort to help build a Democracy in the Middle East.
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