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Filling Station
… Time and time again I’ve said those people need some common sense. If that place catches fire, it will spread to … and strong, the kind of man who took pride in being a soldier and serving his country, who liked the idea of war, of … Debbie should be taking good care of him, and it disappoints me that I should even have to doubt her. Rosemary. …
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Personal Day
… They served omelettes stingy with filling and magnificently complicated fruits—soaked mulberries, candied lemon, papaya crescents, cubes of heirloom melon, a … her eleven-dollar egg, scooped the white, and dipped toast points in the molten yellow, thinking nothing of it as I …
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Dead Right There
… then went staggering back to our vehicle to look for our communications sergeant, Stacks. I guess that’s what I was … the blast had ruptured his liver and spleen, and he died on the operating table at Camp Liberty. Ditto died a … Task Force 88. In a week, they’d moved me to another ODA, also Third Group, also central Iraq, but real Meat Eaters …
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Mr. Cartoon
… good guys and Papaw was the one we went up against. During commercials we’d try and guess what they’d do on TV. It was pretty … was a buddy, he got hisself killed. The woman hardly ever died. Papaw said that made me lucky to be a girl. I couldn’t …
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Cartagena, 2002
… Pastrana insisted that you have plenty of room, so you’re comfortable, so you can practice without distraction.” “Yes, … change in the Cali of his childhood. Caleñans would sooner die than part with the fruits of their labors—unless asked … live in the car trunk. Idle time playing both between salsa sessions, late nights in discotheques, domino games. …
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A Good Time in Memphis
… especially on the road, my brother and I were a private audience to a nearly carefree Mom. On our drives to Memphis, … the crowd and drift into the blur of bodies, to disappear completely. Joyelle was waiting for us, cross-legged on a … day, where he wore his best suits and carried a locked briefcase and met with military officials and aerospace …
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