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Boys in the Hall

Boys in the Hall

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That morning, we all nodded and chuckled, smug in our assessment that the pilot of that first airplane screwed up. Tragic, but not much different than a navigational error that ran a ship aground. It was unfortunate, certainly, as lives were undoubtedly lost. But heads would roll, and we’d move on.more

The Second Generation, Then the Third

The Second Generation, Then the Third

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I said to my wife on our first date, I’m not a nice guy. She says, Yes you are. I say, No, really, I’m not. She says, I’ll make you into a nice guy. I say, You can’t stuff two pounds of broken bones into a one-pound bag. Some people hurt too much. She says, I’ll make you into a nice guy.more

Trauma Bonds

Trauma Bonds

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My family had been killed; yours had lived. But there was pressure in that, that grateful weight.more

Art’s Wife

Art’s Wife

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His eyes blinked like a machine gun’s stutter. He swirled his Chivas and mumbled something—I couldn’t hear it well over the racket of wild fucking in the bedroom. Maybe he said, “Mother would never have written that.”more

Casualty of War

Casualty of War

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At the end there, we couldn’t stop talking about Kamikazes. more

Anchor Detail

Anchor Detail

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I lifted a quick prayer for that fisherman, even as I watched him throw his back into reversing his course. What chance does a little guy have in this world, you know?more

Memoir by way of catalogue

Memoir by way of catalogue

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When I flew home on leave some lady in an airport told me I was lucky we were pretty much done fighting over there. When I got back to Alabama everybody was still shopping and laughing like nothing ever happened. I’d say something about being in the Army and someone would inevitably thank me for my service, but they couldn’t tell me anything about Afghanistan, or the war, or what I was doing there. What the fuck were they thanking me for?more

Gordo on the 4th of July

Gordo on the 4th of July

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An idea I’ve been mulling all night catches and burns through my stomach.more

We’d Be Soldiers

We’d Be Soldiers

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“They were my friends, and I wanted to kill them.”more

An Uneasy Heaven

An Uneasy Heaven

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“The nearest pizza to Heaven can be purchased with an American Express, Discover, MasterCard, or VISA at Messina’s Restaurant? in the Cressona Mall in Pennsylvaniamore