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He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story

Writing Wasn't About Making Money. I Wanted To Find Fulfillment In Writing And Telling Stories, And That's What's Driven Me.

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There's Always Risk In Life's Most Rewarding Pursuits, Isn't There?

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