Oh dark-thirty.
Alarm, too early, as usual. It is truly “oh dark-thirty,” and it’s cold. Start the coffee that I ground the night before so as not to waken my roommate. Rub my hand over my face – I shaved late...
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It’s gotten cooler here. I guess it’s “winter.” I hesitate to call it winter when we occasionally have air temperatures (that means the temp without the wind-chill to those of you in southern climes)...
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White lights blink and go dark, replaced immediately by red ones. Engine noises increase in pitch and volume. The aircraft lurches forwards as it slips its breaks. We all lean towards the back – my...
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Home.
Kuwait: still hot, still flat, still full of sand. And waiting. Ft. McCoy: lines and civilian contract workers and paperwork and waiting and gestures of thanks and goodbye. I probably won’t see many...
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It’s been over three years since I sat at a keyboard to record my thoughts on a war that seems so far away now. It’s a thing I did once. Well, twice, but you get the idea. So much has happened between...
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Twelve years ago I was sitting in a café on the East Bank of the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities campus. That café no longer exists, which is an occasional theme in my life – The Dane and my first...
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