The Face Across the Table

In August of 1943, thousands of soldiers stormed a fog-covered island in the North Pacific, Japan Kiska. For days they fired into the mist. Men were wounded. Men were killed.

And then they found out the enemy had left the island almost three weeks earlier. They had been firing at shadows and at one another.

Now think about the face you have been firing at. The partner who broke the deal. The sibling who stopped calling. The relative who said something at the dinner table ten years ago that you still replay in your head.

What if you have spent years exhausting yourself out in the wrong war?