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[dundas]

The Death of an Enemy Combatant

“Now, it’s your turn, John,.” she said invitingly.
“Uh, I, …” John seemed to have something stuck in his throat.
“Take your time. No rush.” She looked gently at him.
“One night during my last week in Kandahar, I and another medic named Joe went out with a platoon into the enemy’s occupied base to see if anyone was still alive. We entered this bunker or cave, and found that there were pools of blood, scattered body parts, and pieces of human flesh stuck to the walls. Then I found something that was moving. When I approached it, I found this a dying Afghani, who was waving his arm. When he saw me approach him, he just stared at me. There was no aggression in his eyes. Rather, they just cried, “help me.” I was staring right at him and, uh,…, I didn’t do anything. I…I stood there, doing nothing. About a minute later, his arm just stopped … stopped moving…”
“OK, John. Take a deep breath. Let’s stop here, today. You can go now. Just don’t forget to take your meds.”
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My throat knew thirst before the structure
Of skin and vein around the well

[[dundas]]

The Death of an Enemy Combatant

“Now, it’s your turn, John,.” she said invitingly.
“Uh, I, …” John seemed to have something stuck in his throat.
“Take your time. No rush.” She looked gently at him.
“One night during my last week in Kandahar, I and another medic named Joe went out with a platoon into the enemy’s occupied base to see if anyone was still alive. We entered this bunker or cave, and found that there were pools of blood, scattered body parts, and pieces of human flesh stuck to the walls. Then I found something that was moving. When I approached it, I found this a dying Afghani, who was waving his arm. When he saw me approach him, he just stared at me. There was no aggression in his eyes. Rather, they just cried, “help me.” I was staring right at him and, uh,…, I didn’t do anything. I…I stood there, doing nothing. About a minute later, his arm just stopped … stopped moving…”
“OK, John. Take a deep breath. Let’s stop here, today. You can go now. Just don’t forget to take your meds.”
_________________
My throat knew thirst before the structure
Of skin and vein around the well

[christine]

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[christine]

"I was trying to be the tough marine I was trained to be -- not to talk about problems, not to cry. I imprisoned myself in my own mind."

- ANTHONY KLECKER, a gunner on the rear Humvee in a First Marine Division
convoy early in the war in Iraq who has since been diagnosed with severe post-traumatic stress disorder ( http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/08/us/08vets.html?th&emc=th )

[[christine]]

"I was trying to be the tough marine I was trained to be -- not to talk about problems, not to cry. I imprisoned myself in my own mind."

- ANTHONY KLECKER, a gunner on the rear Humvee in a First Marine Division
convoy early in the war in Iraq who has since been diagnosed with severe post-traumatic stress disorder ( http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/08/us/08vets.html?th&emc=th )

[dundas]

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