But topping them all was this one powerful detail in a post by Becky at Small Bits, That Could Have Been Me:
All the time I drove [around the dangerous city in which her family is posted] I was wondering how to get my youngest out of her 5 point carseat and onto the floor on the car should we get caught in a shooting. The day she got big enough for a booster that used a regular seat belt (and learned to undo the seat belt) was the day I let out a huge sigh of relief.
Think about that. Daily life at one diplomatic post.
Is there any other type of government service in which family members have to consider how quickly their child will be able to duck gunfire?