I was driving from Sarasota, Florida, to Washington in the pre-dawn hours Sunday morning when my iPhone chirped a news alert.
More than 50 people dead at a nightclub shooting in Orlando. The deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history.
And later, news that the gunman reportedly called 911 to declare his loyalty to Islamic State before committing the act, investigators said.



The preceding Monday, less than a week earlier, I had returned to the United States for only my second visit in about two years. In the intervening time I had been on the front lines in Ukraine, in Iraq, and I had visited Paris days after the deadly November terrorist attacks. I had seen, as a war correspondent, the pain of war and the evidence of evil up close and personal