I tried explaining Afghanistan, the dust and the blood and the *silence* that came after, and he just looked at me, this old man who used to yell orders at entire armies, and asked, "What's your name again, son?" Kids are gone, wife’s a ghost, and I don't even know if I exist to the one person who should.
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