Life or something like it
Hours have rolled into days. Days have transformed into weeks. And weeks have disappeared into months. My time is lost in the garbage laden streets of Fallujah, where suspicious gazes and children shouting for chocolate await me with every patrol. They follow me around corners, over crumbled walls, and down narrow alleyways home. The eyes [...]
Published: February 7th, 2005Filed: Cycling, International, Iraq, Marine Corps, Military, Rants, Touring.
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Born in the year of the Dragon, 
