I Guess I Find The Boundaries Between

Writing Was Always An Aspiration, But I'd Kept It A Secret Even From Myself.

Noises And Smells, Those Can Bring Back Powerful Memories. I Remember When I Was Going To School One Fourth Of July, And There Were A Lot Of Fireworks Going Off. I Knew That I Was In Richmond. I Knew That I Was A College Student. But I Thought People Were Shooting At Me.

It Reminded Me Of Talking, How What Is Said Is Never Quite What Was Thought, And What Is Heard Is Never Quite What Was Said. It Wasn’t Much In The Way Of Comfort, But Everything Has A Little Failure In It, And We Still Make Do Somehow.

I Can't Envision An Honest War Novel That Left War In A Positive Light.

I Think A Lot Of The Guys I Know And A Lot Of People I've Talked To, What They Want Is Very Often What Most People Want, A Kind Of Simple Life, A Livelihood, A Family, People Who Care About Them, People They Can Care About. I Think Vets On The Whole Want The Same Things That Everybody Else Does.