I met Brittany Jacobs in Section 60 on Memorial Day 2012. It was the first time she had seen her late husband’s headstone. When I first saw her, she was crying as she clutched her 17-month-old son Christian at the gravesite.
It was the stroke of violence there that brought terrorism to the front door of each home along every dirt road in Everywhere, America. “Flyover country” has its own Ground Zero.