National Insecurity

Do these hair extensions make my handbag look unattended?

On my third night at home after I returned from Iraq, I woke with a start: my rifle! I could feel the negative space where it should have been. I could feel the absence of the webbed sling tucked under my elbow, the ghost of the handguard along my forearm, and the missing stock of the weapon against my thigh. I got out of bed and began feeling along the…