My Commander Stared At The Tattoo On My Wrist In Horror. He Thought The Owner Of That Ink Died In His Arms Three Years Ago. He Was Wrong.
Chapter 1: The Slip The heat in Southern California is different than the heat in the Middle East. Here, near the ocean, the air has moisture; it sticks to you, heavy and salty. In Yemen, the heat was a dry oven that cracked your lips and turned your lungs to paper. But the smells—the metallic…