On February 28, I jumped on a fishing charter with some friends and headed out into the Strait of Hormuz. There was barely any wind. The sea shimmered in the heat of the Gulf sunshine. On the very first drop of our lines, something hit my metal jig and went off like a rocket. After a couple more brief runs, a very stout, double-figure grouper rose through the water column, which I guided safely into the waiting net.

It was a personal-best hamour (The Arab word for grouper), weighing between 10 and 12 pounds. I went on to catch a few interesting tropical fish, including a snapper, but I didn’t recognize most of them. It was on our journey back to the Abu Dhabi port that things changed. As the land came back into view, I spotted what looked like a plume of smoke in the distance among the skyscrapers. Shaun, a friend who works in Dubai’s oil and gas industry, gestured to look up so as not to wake our sleeping girlfriends. There were two missiles streaking through the sky.

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We docked, paid the skipper, and got into the car. The journey was silent. An Apache helicopter was scouring the skyline. Our girlfriends searched for news on their phones, but there was nothing beyond rumor and speculation. We........

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