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“I grabbed the closest box of books and heaved it onto my bed. It contained all the books I had read in Iraq. Dog-eared, with broken spines, speckled with dirt, food, and even a little blood, most of the copies were marked up with notes in the margins. The better the book, the worse it looked--that's the way it should be. As I saw it, they were almost more like diaries than books.”

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Civilianized: A Young Veteran's Memoir

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Michael Anthony
Michael Anthony

Michael Anthony, born on June 20, 1954, is a renowned musician with a significant influence in the music industry. Known for his unique musical style and talent, he has made a name for himself in the field of rock music. more

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