The Price of War

I don’t think I quite understood how insular the world is for the people left behind when the men go off to war. I never stopped to think about the casualties in the form of relationships, missed childbirths, and anniversaries uncelebrated. Siobhan Fallon captures the loneliness that comes from empty beds, dusty closets, and broken hearts. Even though my own father served in the military, all of the stories that he tells are far away and quiet, as though submerged beneath a layer of time that he refuses to slough off. He doesn’t want to remember what happened. But the women and children left behind, sometimes abandoned, don’t have the luxury of forgetting.

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