I was at a book signing in Albert lea, Minnesota and had a long conversation about humanity and the costs to belong to such an ideal. This conversation was with a man who had traded fire with Afghans in the Hindu Kush Mountains. This soldier told me nothing is as it seems. The root of a post traumatic disorder starts somewhere.
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