"God, just let him get back to me in one piece, please!" I would never ask for anything else. It was the plea, the bargain, the mantra I kept repeating in my head during the nine months my husband, Liam had been deployed in Iraq. He did come back in one piece – the wound in his left leg would take months to recover from and bound him to a wheelchair and therapy, but he was back. In a way, I knew something was off the mome...