By Adam Siegler
After a couple of missions "outside the wire" I was starting to feel pretty tough as I prepared for another convoy. Fueled by caffeine and adrenaline, secure in my armor and Oakley ballistic sunglasses, and soaking up the soundtrack of armored vehicles, radio chatter and the "clack, clack" as the machineguns were locked and loaded, I knew I had become a manly warrior, a worthy successor to the 300 Spartans of King Leonidas. That is, until I reflected on th...
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