«Officer, I’m just trying to get to my family.»
The plea hung in the air of Atlanta Airport, Terminal T South. A soldier stood there, having just stepped off a flight that marked the end of a fourteen-month deployment. He was finally on American soil, finally minutes away from home.
Officer Lawson didn’t seem to hear the exhaustion in the man’s voice. He snatched the soldier’s military ID from his hand, let out a sharp, mocking laugh, and tossed the card onto the dirty floor. «Fake,» he sneered. «A
