I Miss Iraq, I Miss My Gun, I Miss My War this guy knows what he's talking about.
I've had days and weeks where I miss the weight of the armor on my shoulders, a weapon on my hip and sweet sound of a round being chambered. Unlike this guy, I can be blithe in reality about most of my trips except for those moments that still are burned behind my eyelids that I have trouble putting into words. Life in war wasn't the stasis of base life, it was a state of being beyond the wire, being shot at by someone who wanted to kill you and you doing the same thing back.
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