The Wages of Courage
I have a friend who served as a United States Marine in the Iraqi Province of Al Anbar. He had a front-row seat at the battle of Fallujah. He used to be a jovial, conversant fellow. Since he returned from the Service, he’s more remote. His laughter seems like an after-thought. Concentration comes hard – he doesn’t hear much of the small-talk that goes on around him. He’s become a bit listless. I wouldn’t call him depressed, exactly, but I think he sees the world through a different set of eyes than do I. I see my family out...
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