January 4th, 2010.
That was my hardest day. It’s not close.
In a parking lot behind SEAL Team One I said goodbye to my wife.
It had been a month since my 3-year old son Aidan had been diagnosed with Autism. He stopped talking when I left for Iraq that summer. The Team sent me home to be with my family for Christmas. That had passed. And it was time to go back. Continue reading