Lt. John Renehan in The New York Sun. A quote:
Two years ago, I worked as a lawyer in one of the high buildings in this city. Today, my clothes carry a first lieutenant's bar and say U.S. Army on them. I wear the American flag on my shoulder, under which festers a smallpox vaccination pustule, with anthrax in the other arm. In less than a month I will be in Kuwait, thence to Iraq. My life these days is inexhaustibly surreal.
I am not an Army lawyer, but a platoon leader in an artillery battery. So the same friends I used to debate the 2000 election results with are now harangued with the principles of fire support and counterfire missions. I tell them about Army life and I console them with my claim that I may very well spend most of my tour safe in the confines of the base, which may or may not be the case. And when we are done with the Army talk, and my perfunctory questions about how things are going back here in the city, I find there is not much else I have the interest or energy to discuss.
Is it overly dramatic to say that this city seems frivolous to me now? Well, it does.
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