Cover copyright 2017 by Hachette Book Group, Inc.
Hachette Book Group supports the right to free expression and the value of copyright. The purpose of copyright is to encourage writers and artists to produce the creative works that enrich our culture.
The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book without permission is a theft of the authors intellectual property. If you would like permission to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact permissions@hbgusa.com. Thank you for your support of the authors rights.
Hachette Books is a division of Hachette Book Group, Inc.
The Hachette Books name and logo are trademarks of Hachette Book Group, Inc.
The publisher is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not owned by the publisher.
The Hachette Speakers Bureau provides a wide range of authors for speaking events. To find out more, go to www.hachettespeakersbureau.com or call (866) 376-6591.
Lu Picard photo courtesy www.ecad1.org.
Al Franken photo by Dan Dion.
Service Dog Summit photo by Jo Arlow.
This story of an incredible service dog is both touching and warm. Some of the struggles are painful to read, because they are so real, but that only makes the triumphs more uplifting. In the course of these pages, Tuesday truly becomes a hero, as does Luis Montalvn. This book feels like more than a joy; it feels necessary.
Vicki Myron, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Dewey
This is a profoundly honest book filled with vital lessons about loss, friendship, war, and the loving bonds that can save us in our lowest moments. We are all lucky that Capt. Montalvn and his dog Tuesday found each other, for in their story we see the possibilities in our own lives.
Jeffrey Zaslow, coauthor of the #1 New York Times bestselling The Last Lecture
Wow, what a book! I think I was crying . The collision of man and dog, and the unbreakable bond they form, made my heart leap. Everyone should read this book to better understand not only the ravages of war, but the amazing capacity of the human spirit to rebound. I dare anyone to read this book and not believe in the power of love to heal.
Lee Woodruff, author of In an Instant (with Bob Woodruff) and Perfectly Imperfect
[A] richly detalied narrative of true grit and psychological turbulence.
Seattle Kennel Club Review
Luis and Tuesday are two true American heroes. This powerful story is a testament to the courage of veterans both on and off the battlefield. Luis is a critical voice for our community, reminding every single veteran that they are not alone.
Paul Rieckhoff, executive director and founder, Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America (IAVA) and author of Chasing Ghosts
Until Tuesday explores the unique bond that can occur between dogs and people that ennobles both. This book is a moving tribute to the courage and perseverance of a man as well as the love and the devotion of a remarkable and unforgettable dog.
Larry Levin, New York Times bestselling author of Oogy: The Dog Only a Family Could Love
A clarion call to all who profess to care about our veterans and an intense reminder of just how high a price they have already paid, Montalvns mixture of memoir, military history, and pet story results in an urgently important tale.
Booklist
A deeply moving story of service, sacrifice, and restoration. Years from now when critics assemble the canon of Iraq War literature, look for Until Tuesday to make everyones short list.
Andrew J. Bacevich, author of Washington Rules: Americas Path to Permanent War
I NOTICED HIS CAP EVEN BEFORE I SAW THE MAN SITTING BENEATH IT.
332nd Fighter Group, the hat read, and I knew immediately what that meant. The man had to be one of the legendary Tuskegee Airmen whod fought so valiantly in World War II for a military and a nation still divided by race.
He was old enough. He was African American. And now he was parked in a wheelchair, unattended, in a busy hallway at the decrepit VA hospital in lower Manhattan, while his couldnt-be-bothered attendant was jabbering away on her cell phone.
Tuesday noticed him first. Tuesday often notices things before I do. Hes more intuitiveand, yes, far better trained. As soon as we made it past the elaborate security checkpoint at the hospitals main entrancealways an ordeal with a service dogTuesday was tugging on his leash and signaling to me: Luis! Wait a second! That man needs something!
Id read plenty about these flying aces, how they had trained in a tiny speck of dirt called Tuskegee, Alabama, and went on to complete 1,578 missions through heavy combat in North Africa and Italy. The Airmen flew hand-me-down Republic P-47 Thunderbolts and North American P-51 Mustangs with the tails and rudders painted bright red. Thats why the Airmen were often called Red Tails by other fliers in the Army Air Corps, the predecessor to our modern U.S. Air Force. The Airmens wartime accomplishments included destroying or damaging 409 enemy aircraft, 40 boats and barges, and 745 boxcars, rolling stock, and locomotives. Using only machine-gun fire, a Tuskegee Airman was credited with sinking the Giuseppe Missori, one of the fiercest destroyers in Mussolinis Italian Navy. Long before the modern civil rights era, the Tuskegee Airmen taught a lesson to a nation not quite ready to learn it: Talent, bravery, and patriotism have nothing to do with skin color. But until that day in the hospital, I had never personally met one of these humble heroes.
The man in the wheelchair looked old, old in a way that old veterans sometimes dognarled and twisted, blank and glum, like hed seen a lot and done a lot but couldnt hide what the years had done to him. His spine was bent with scoliosis. His eyes were impossible to see behind Coke-bottle cataract glasses. He certainly didnt appear eager for chitchat.
Tuesday and I had come to the hospital for one of our biweekly counseling sessions, the standard-issue treatment for an Iraq or Afghanistan War combat veteran who battled raging, full-blown PTSD. The truth was that Tuesday, my golden retriever service dog, had done far more to ease my symptoms than any human Department of Veterans Affairs employee ever had, helping me secure the control and the confidence I needed to leave my apartment, quit drinking so much, finish graduate school, write a bestselling book, rebuild my relationship with my family, and begin traveling around the country advocating for Americas battered and ignored military veterans, among others. But as good as Tuesday was at his job, talk therapy was important, too. Id finally found a caring therapist at the VA. So here we were for another forty-five minute fuel stop on the long road to recovery.