When I enlisted in the military in 2001, I never imagined my first day of basic training would be remembered for the worst terrorist attack on American soil in history. I never imagined I’d find myself, and lose myself, in service to my country and devotion to my comrades-in-arms. And I never imagined it would be so hard, once I returned home to Texas, to put my life back together.
July 1, 2008 | by Matt Cook | Feature
I was a soldier who neither loved war nor hated it, but I couldn’t ignore the fierce lure of combat. Six years after I came home from Iraq, I had a successful career, a beautiful wife, and a bright future, but one day I woke up and realized I had to go back to war.