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    Fri, 29 Mar 2019

    You come into this world all blank slate and hope.  You learn the ways of the elders.   Learn how to move, survive...Who to love, hate, trust, mistrust... Who is different. Who to look up to.  You learn to play the game.   When we’re all crabs in a bucket, what’s in a religion?  Propaganda... more...

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    Mon, 18 Mar 2019
    Why I Run

    My first long run, longer than two miles at least, was in Army Basic Training. It was a non-trivial feat, even though I ran in cadence at a slow pace. My first truly long run was a few years later.  I ran for an hour at a faster pace than I was used to. I achieved my first runner’s high. It was then that I understood... more...

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    Thu, 30 Aug 2018
    One Man’s Terrorist

    There I was: my first deployment in Iraq, sitting in an idling Humvee, waiting for the moment when we would be released from the gates for our mission. My team leader pierced our lull when he mentioned our reason for being there was to fight the terrorists here in Iraq, rather than at home. Sitting there doused in testosterone, diesel... more...

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    Wed, 2 May 2018
    blogVeterans and the 2nd Amendment

    While in the Army, I lived in the South in a house filled with guns. One day, some prospective house buyers wanted to take a look inside. They were interested in another house in the neighborhood and this was the cookie-cutter kind of subdivision. “Of course, come in,” but after one second inside the handguns on the coffee... more...

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    Wed, 18 Oct 2017
    blogFrom Szczecin to DC, a Curtain of Ignorance and...

    When I tell people where my fiancé is from, I proudly recall that Churchill mentioned her hometown in his famous Iron Curtain Speech. Her town of birth, Szczecin, was once a part of Germany—and the northern end of Churchill’s Iron Curtain. If you wander through its streets you’ll see German buildings and,... more...

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    Thu, 21 Sep 2017
    blogSlavery in the 21st Century and the 13th...

    When my fiancé and I arrived in Aruba, my only knowledge of the island was a missing white girl from a few years back. Well, that and the resorts for which I had come. The first few days we spent there we did the typical bourgeois things such as sit on the beach and swim and cool off in the cafes. And, if only to highlight from... more...

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    Mon, 26 Jun 2017
    blogThe Long Hand of the Pigeon

    As a child I used to believe in just wars, trusting my elders and being able to isolate evil people in the world. All part of my miseducation, I suppose. I’ve come a long way and now look back at this time as an odd dream. I think back in anger at all that was fed to me through school and elsewhere. This is not to say that I am... more...

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    Mon, 19 Jun 2017
    blogThe Veteran and Pit-bull-itus

    We were picking up a friend when I saw a man pushing down a woman. I walked over and managed to pull him off of her. Of course, he wouldn’t leave her alone, a little too much alcohol on board.  I told another bystander to call the cops, after asking if she wanted them. I asked because it was Seattle, they were minorities, and... more...

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    Mon, 5 Jun 2017
    blogAging in the Time of Endless War

    When I visited the Brooks Range north of the Arctic Circle many summers ago, I was hit with a curtain of ice that cut down much of my hiking. I was short on food at this point: oatmeal, cliff bars, and a block of emergency rations meant for shipwrecked souls. Perhaps I was shipwrecked, philosophically speaking, but I managed to take in... more...

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    Mon, 29 May 2017
    blogWriting As A Veteran

    There is much talk about the veteran civilian divide. Indeed, there is plenty separating those from Sparta and those from Babylon—to butcher a pair of historical metaphors—but as a writer, I know there’s plenty they have in common, and one thing in particular: their reaction to writers, negative, as it were. And more... more...