How [Not] to Tell a True War Story
Smelling that hot carbon on your fingertips from your expended rounds. Everybody just waiting, listening, wondering if the shit’s about to start up again.
Insanity in Islamabad
"Is this your trick? You force people in here and trap them in this white room with your fancy awards, and you repeat yourself 'til they talk or something?"
He learned about whorehouses. No one talked about home, girlfriends and wives, or anything else like that. And no one cared about Boston.
Eye's Across the Styx
Dear Dawes... You asked me why I joined. That was a mystery to me in the desert and now that I know, I wanted to share it with you.
How was a group of trained killers supposed to close in and destroy the enemy with chronic heartburn?
A prickle went up my neck, like cold poison water. I knew we were being watched, but couldn't say anything because the baddest thing anyone can do on a midnight raid is talk, especially when that anyone is a terp.