Trevor and Debbie Greene: The day I got that fateful knock on the door

Mar 11, 2012 – 7:00 AM ET I was lying in bed on a Saturday morning between sleep and wakefulness, listening for the sounds of our baby Grace waking up. The house was still and peaceful. I realized with a pang of longing that if my fiancé were here, Trevor would be holding me in his arms right now. The only sounds I could hear from the comfort of my warm bed were the birds and the faint sound of the odd car on the road.

A knock at the door disturbed my reverie and made the hair on my neck stand at attention. It was 6:30 a.m. Trevor was at war in Afghanistan. Friends don’t come knocking that early.

Two army officers stood at my door. One was the deputy commanding officer of the Seaforth Highlanders, Maj. Paul Ursich. The other introduced himself as the brigade padre, Jim Short. They looked solemn but entirely focused. “Ms. Lepore?” the officer said.

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