I am not in Afghanistan.
If I could do it all over again, I’d be a corpsman.
I’d justified my direct participation in war as a machine gunner by pointing out that I was going to Afghanistan, which is the operation I believed in more. But hadn’t I always been staunchly against the very principle of war? Why was I arguing [...]
The Pauper As A Prince
I’m at a scary juncture in my life.
I’m fresh out of the military and entering this strange, familiar world where I’m coming back into poverty like amnesiacs ride bicycles. I’ve come to realize that no matter what I achieve in my life, there’s always going to be a part of me that’s just doing all [...]
Self-Consciousness
I’ve been teetering on the precipice of success through social good for a lifetime; I’m coming closer to the edge. I’m nervous about how the world will view me and whether or not I’m ready.
Casualties of War, or: Midnight in Manhattan
He leaned in with his stool, hunched over the bar counter and staring deep into the oblivion he’d managed to contain in a glass of double-whiskey and coke. Nietzsche once said that this kind of self-reflection might lead a man to discover himself as the most horrible thing he could conceive. But John wasn’t much [...]
