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Even
at
this
distance
,
the
commentary
was
loud
and
grating
.
Fingernails
on
a
chalkboard
grating
.
Oh
,
man
.
Is
that
a
camera
?
Is
he
seriously
taking
pictures
?
All
right
,
that
’
s
it
,
motherfucker
.
You
’
re
next
on
my
KIA
list
.
Pain
and
fatigue
racked
my
body
.
My
blood
pumped
slow
as
lead
.
This
was
getting
old
.
Counting
my
dream
,
this
was
the
second
time
I
’
d
endured
this
particular
session
of
PT
.
Not
just
PT
,
iso
push
-
ups
.
In
training
they
taught
us
that
even
when
you
’
re
in
excruciating
pain
-
especially
when
you
’
re
in
pain
-
the
best
thing
to
do
was
to
find
some
sort
of
distraction
,
something
else
to
focus
on
other
than
the
burning
in
your
muscles
and
the
sweat
streaking
down
your
forehead
.
Careful
not
to
move
my
head
,
I
looked
around
out
of
the
corner
of
one
eye
.
The
American
journalist
was
snapping
pictures
,
a
visitor
’
s
pass
dangling
from
his
neck
.
Say
cheese
!
He
was
a
brawny
fellow
.
You
could
line
him
up
with
any
of
those
U
.
S
.
Special
Forces
guys
and
you
’
d
never
know
the
difference
.
He
’
d
look
more
at
home
on
a
battlefield
than
I
would
,
that
’
s
for
sure
.
I
got
the
same
vibe
from
those
Special
Forces
guys
that
I
got
from
Sergeant
Ferrell
.
Pain
and
suffering
were
old
friends
to
men
like
them
.
They
walked
up
to
the
face
of
danger
,
smiled
,
and
asked
what
took
him
so
long
to
get
there
.
They
were
in
a
whole
’
nother
league
from
a
recruit
like
me
.
In
the
middle
of
the
testosterone
display
,
the
lone
woman
stuck
out
like
a
sore
pinky
.
She
was
a
tiny
little
thing
standing
off
by
herself
a
short
distance
from
the
rest
of
the
squad
.
Seeing
her
there
beside
the
rest
of
her
super
-
sized
squad
,
something
seemed
out
of
whack
.
Anne
of
Green
Gables
Goes
to
War
.
I
figure
the
book
would
be
a
spin
-
off
set
around
World
War
I
.
Mongolia
makes
a
land
grab
,
and
there
’
s
Anne
,
machine
gun
tucked
daintily
under
one
arm
.
Her
hair
was
the
color
of
rusted
steel
,
faded
to
a
dull
red
.
Some
redheads
conjured
up
images
of
blood
,
fire
,
deeds
of
valor
.
Not
her
.
If
it
weren
’
t
for
the
sand
-
colored
shirt
she
was
wearing
,
she
’
d
have
looked
like
some
kid
who
’
d
come
to
the
base
on
a
field
trip
and
gotten
herself
lost
.
The
others
were
fanned
out
around
this
girl
who
barely
came
up
to
their
chests
like
awed
,
medieval
peasants
gawking
at
nobility
.
