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Since
my discharge from the army, no matter where I have been, those strange
somethings at the edge of awareness haunted me. When the
Towers fell, the dots were connected: I was always looking for cover
from the enemy fire I expected at any moment. Now I knew that
the anxiety I felt in front of a window, in a building or in a
vehicle, walking in the woods or on the street, riding my bicycle, or
at a party, was an echo of the war: I was in the
world as it is, but felt the world as it was. |
