December 2007

When the war is over

by Rich Moniak, Voices in Wartime Staff

It was a quiet holiday here in my Southeast Alaska home. The landscape wasn’t white, the inside wasn’t decorated, and my children were elsewhere. My oldest son, Michael, was in Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, thousands of miles and dozens of hours away from Iraq, where he spent Christmas two years ago and may return to spend the next one.