My last year in the Army was largely spent fetching newspapers. Each morning I woke up at about 4 a.m., drove about an hour to Kuwait International Airport, picked up the first copies of the Kuwait Times, raced back to Camp Arifjan, and highlighted interesting news nuggets so our commanding general could quickly read through the local news while he enjoyed his breakfast.
This was a bullshit job, and I use this as a term of art. It was soul-crushing experience, and I spent that year longing for the days I spent in Mosul, Iraq, a more dangerous but far […]
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