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“In his mind’s eye, though, he sees— —Taliban moving like scorpions across a similar landscape his own caravan blown to shit blood streaming from buddies Now I’m one of them He sights in again. No time for Lack of PTSD He only hopes that Gentle Ben Increase-the-Peace Ben is one of them, too, now. Now, Ben. Find your inner Taliban.”

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Don Winslow
Don Winslow

Don Winslow, born on October 31, 1953, is a renowned American author. His works, which focus on crime, police, and drugs, have gained great popularity among readers. Winslow's writing style is distinctive, combining complex plots with profound character development. more

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