She Was Sleeping in 8A — When the Captain Asked if Any Combat Pilots Were on Board

It was an ordinary Tuesday morning, and New York City was slowly coming alive. Crowds of travelers filled the terminals as another busy day began. Among them was Mara Dalton, waiting at JFK Airport to board a flight bound for London.

She looked like any other traveler—wearing a plain green sweater and jeans, carrying a small bag, blending easily into continue reading …