As written by Rachel Porto, 23, widow of Cpl Jonathan Daniel Porto.
As posted in The Washington Post on Mother’s Day:
A cassette tape is waiting for me. It sits in a small bubble mailer on my night table. It stares at me when I walk in the room; it beckons to me as I walk out. But still it sits there and waits. It is the last thing. The last thing he sent to me from “over there.”