I returned from my deployment to find my 7-year-old daughter shut away in the garage, weak and covered in mosquito bites!
Staff Sergeant Daniel Burns turned into the driveway of his Riverside house, the harsh dust of a fifteen-month deployment in Afghanistan still clinging to his uniform—and to his mind. At thirty-two, he felt far older, worn down by years of intelligence work that left scars no one could see. Through endless nights overseas, one thought…