I never lost much sleep over what happened to the people we hunted that were doing the types of things that made us hunt them. Chances are, if we came knocking at […]
The war started for me while I ate dinner in the wardroom of my ship, a navy destroyer, floating in the Arabian Gulf within eyesight of the coast of Iraq. The phone rang […]
What losing a war with yourself looks like. And why.
Tragedy in long form.
The question that no one is willing to ask for America’s modern problems.