When my Navy Medical Reserve Unit was called up for Operation Desert Storm, I was awakened by a phone call at three o'clock on a Sunday morning with the order to report for duty in four hours. After I hung up the phone, my husband groggily asked, “Who was that?” “Oh, honey,” I moaned, thinking of our 15-month-old child, “I have to go to war!” “Don't worry,” he said as he rolled over, “It's Sunday, and the traffic won't be bad.”
當(dāng)我的海軍醫(yī)療預(yù)備隊(duì)被命令參加沙漠風(fēng)暴行動(dòng)的時(shí)候,星期天凌晨三點(diǎn)鐘,電話把我叫醒,命令我在四個(gè)小時(shí)之內(nèi)報(bào)到。我掛上電話,我丈夫迷迷糊糊地問我是誰來的電話。我想著剛滿15個(gè)月的孩子,抱怨地說:“親愛的,我不得不上戰(zhàn)場了?!彼贿叿?,一邊說:“別擔(dān)心。今天是星期天,路上沒什么車?!?