The New York city lights.
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
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I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took a leave after I arrived in the USA and I drove my truck to the base from Virginia. I was given a job in supply. I was a numbers man and the Army used my time wisely. I re-enlisted for the war to escape the suicide of two brothers. I believed I was seeking a good death. War taught me that life was okay. You can’t fix every problem or situation. Just listen and be kind. I had a lot of time to travel. I was waiting for orders and the military wasn’t very quick. My boss was a twenty five year Veteran. The Sergeant First class released me early every Friday. I would drive down highway…
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