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In the tradition of The Things They Carried and Redeployment, this short story collection reveals a remarkable portrait of the absurdity and poetry that define life in the most clandestine circles of modern warfare - from a U.S. Navy veteran who completed five combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. "The Taliban appeared in the east, at first, as a low cluster of stars. Then as phantoms. Then as men with heat rising off their backs like creeping flames. They walked in a shapeless formation, bunching up and stretching out, because they couldn't see one another. They couldn't see themselves. All we had to do was stay perfectly still, in a line parallel to their direction of movement, at a range of no more than thirty yards, and wait for them to walk right in front of us.
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I grew up in Marmora, NJ, for the most part, though I also spent a few formative years in Beaconsfield, Quebec. I joined the Navy, young and strong, in 1990, and retired in 2014 a broken man. Just kidding. I enjoyed my time in the Navy and I loved the people I served with. Still do. O , NKA
