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Going Home
From the Soldiers' Angels Germany blogHe has the Look. Hes tall, wiry, and explosive. And he has the Look in his eyes. I see it again later up close when I give him a couple of t-shirts. Like a deer in the headlights, but something else, too. Shocked, surprised, scared, and angry. Very angry. Shocked and surprised at the creeping realization that what hed experienced was going to be with him forever. Scared about what it could do to him. And angry about it. Hed never considered all this before; hed believed he was invincible. We didnt talk about anything specific right then, so I dont remember what led to me holding out a coin in the palm of my outstretched hand. I didnt get a single fucking coin, he says bitterly, looking at it. Some guys got tons of em. I got a Purple Heart, but Im not proud of it. I continue to hold out my hand with the coin. I say nothing as we look at each other. Finally, slowly, he takes my hand. Man, my nicotine level is getting low, I say, turning away. I gotta go out for a cigarette. Yeah, good idea. Ill come with you. Outside, in the dark and the fog and the rain, it all comes out. . . . Go read it all. Posted by: Mike 2007-12-12 |
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