We all kind of fight this feeling of floating between two worlds and being part of neither. You've dreamt of green grass, and flushing toilets, and all these things—it's what keeps you going day after day. And then you get here, and you love it all, but you're missing...how could you miss Abu Ghraib? And of course, it was the people you missed—people who understood you.
Courtesy of Deanna Germain
Deanna Germain at the door to the cell she called home.