My Father Called Me A Zero In Front Of Officers Until The Colonel Asked For My Call Sign

absolute and carried no memory of the room I had just left.

The tarmac smelled of jet fuel and heat shimmer and the particular neutrality of places designed for departure. The Black Hawk’s rotors were already turning and I did not look back at the building.

Yemen was nothing like Florida.

The air there was diesel and burning trash and the electric smell continue reading …