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He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

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up all their real words inside. Someone had brought bourbon. Someone always brings bourbon.

A senior operator had caught my wrist in the dark between two vehicles. He wasn’t rough about it, which was almost worse, because roughness would have been legible as what it was. He was the kind of man who had learned to make everything look like friendliness.continue reading …

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