By Ben Schock
At the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, as we stood in line waiting to be received by the ticketing agent, I scanned the nearly empty hallway: nearly five o’clock in the morning and the only airport occupants were servicemen and -women, their spouses, kids, pets caged in their crates, and enormous amounts of luggage—their families. What made their journey to their future duty stations different than my husband’s and mine?