I knelt on the porch, the sky still deeply overcast. We had claimed the guys’ porch light from operations past, which now forced us to work by the light of our cell phones. No matter. We knew this place well. We knelt, our black stocking caps and gloves blending into the shadows. War. It destroyed everything in its path, claiming everything that it touched. And yet, we found this heady danger addicting like nothing else.” —Madeleine’s War Journal Entry (Tuesday, May 29th). I held my cell phone to my lips. “Tory, are you in position?” “It’s safe to proceed.” I lifted my binoculars, watching Tory to get my bearings. Everyone was in position. Kali was on patrol at the doghouse at ward prayer. Lizzie was with me. She held the old lady perfume in her hand as our only defense. Tory had the most difficult assignment of all—knocking and running—but let’s be honest; she was better trained than the rest of us. With a dignified plop, we threw the dead love tree in place.
