The Airman could see the neon lights in the distance, growing as she neared the gas station. She knew there was an ample amount of alcohol inside; enough to re-stock her vacant liquor cabinet. Each day she willed herself to drive forward to her recovery class. Her alcohol addiction roared in her head, willing her hands to turn the car into the gas station parking lot. She wouldn’t this time, the next time or the time after. Fighting the craving, she pulled over and called her first sergeant to find counsel and relief.