By Will Schick I’ll never forget the way certain things could make me feel on deployment. The way a rocket blast could jolt me awake, and rattle its way through my bones. The way a helicopter could make me feel utterly helpless as it would come in close for a landing, and shower everything in a flood of rotor-wash.
By Will Schick We gather for coffee and conversation on Monday mornings in the basement of Western Presbyterian Church, a short walk from Foggy Bottom metro station, across from George Washington University’s business school. I usually try to arrive early at around 7:45 AM.