The middle of a desert in Kuwait, 2003. After 0200. (2 am) I am awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the pole holding up the front of the dust-laden tent in which I am sleeping. It is a young woman, one of those responsible for driving our ambulances in convoy, across the borderContinue reading “When It Really Matters”
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Bender Tales 