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(Jarheads Too) There were no bands. Nobody spat on me. We drove out the gate. Just Mulliner and me. I couldn’t cheer. He had to go back. Job, college, family. It didn’t much matter. I was alive. I was free. In Da Nang, the locals lined the road. As they did when I landed. Cheering,Continue reading “Soldier, We Love You”