It was a revelation. That would be my mission. That would be my calling; my covenant to myself. That is how I would pay my respects to the memory of my father. I would travel to Europe and do something for his, and my, extended family. What I would do, I did not yet know. How I would get into a war-torn country, I had not yet figured out. It was an impulsive decision—but something that I felt compelled to do.
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