“What’s your name?” the General asked.
“Tracy,” she answered. And I wanted more than anything to look away, but I was too scared of the uncertainty. I had to watch.
He asked if she had children. That’s how I knew about her two kids even before I saw their family photo in the news.
“Would you like to see your children again?” General asked. Tracy nodded. And in that moment she stopped being a flight attendant. She stopped being an airline employee. This was a woman. A fellow human being. A mother with children she loved, with teeth that rattled, with a voice that cracked as she answered General’s questions.
She could have been any of us.
She could have been me.
General wanted to make sure all the cameras were still rolling, that we were all streaming our images and footage to the news
