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• 57. Every kill was on video. The Apache saw all. The camera in its nose recorded all. So, after every mission, there wouldbe a careful review of that ...
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• 58. I stuffed my Bergen full of dusty clothes, plus two souvenirs: a rug bought in a bazaar, a 30-mmshell casing from the Apache. The first week of 20...
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• 59. I texted Cress, told her I was home. She texted back, said she was relieved, which made me relieved. I hadnt been sure what to expect. I wanted to...
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• 60. I got up each day, went to the base, did my work, enjoyed none of it. It felt pointless. And boring. I was bored to tears. More, for the first tim...
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• 61. I expected magic. I thought this challenging, ennobling task of creating an International WarriorGames would propel me into the next phase of my p...
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• 62. I phoned my friend Thomas one evening. Thomas, brother of my beloved mate Henners. Thomas,so funny and witty. Thomas, with the infectious laugh. T...
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• 63. I was given a desk at Wattisham Airfield, which I hated. Id never wanted a desk. I couldnt bearsitting at a desk. My father loved his desk, seemed...
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• 64. I was an uncle. Willy and Kate had welcomed their first child, George, and he was beautiful. Icouldnt wait to teach him about rugby and Rorkes Dri...
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• 65. Angola. I traveled to that war-torn country, an official visit, and went specifically to several placeswhere daily life had been poisoned by land ...
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• 66. In between preparations for the assault on the Pole I sat down with my new private secretary, EdLane Fox, whom we all called Elf. November 2013. A...