The guard towers of the base faded in the distance. No more wire, no more barriers, no more “coalition” close by. Just four gun trucks and the city. The crowded, dirty city.
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Dressed For Success
The boy wore the personal combat histories of men he’d met, men he knew — encircling his waist, covering his shoulders and chest, strapped under his chin and bloused at his boot tops.
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
“I have a cavalry hat, and you can bet your life that it is blue . . .”
Returning Home
“Welcome home,” the stranger said to my husband–more than five hours from our house in Southern Illinois and 10 hours from Pontiac, Michigan, my husband’s birthplace and childhood home.
Morris Sampler 