American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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artery and splashed blood all over the place. I was deathly afraid for
my wife. I felt real fear. Worse.
Maybe it was a touch of what she’d gone through every moment of my
deployment. It was a terrible hopelessness and despair.
A hard thing to admit, let alone stomach.
Our daughter was fine. I took her and held her. I’d been as distant toward
her as I had been toward our son before he was born; now, holding
her, I started to feel real warmth and love.
Taya looked at me strangely when I tried to hand her the baby.
“Don’t you want to hold her” I asked.
“No,” she said.
God, I thought, she’s rejecting our daughter. I have to leave and
she’s not even bonding.
A few moments later, Taya reached out and took her.
Thank God.
Two days later, I deployed.