Wynn looked at her. She touched Cengo’s hands and arms, thanking him, nodded her head deferentially, then turned and walked away. Assembled Iraqis started dispersing. A few continued watching with sullen black eyes.
For the next 90 minutes, Wynn alternated back and forth between helping the census teams and engaging with other Iraqis on the street. A surly sun hung high in the mid-afternoon sky behind a thin layer of clouds, burning like a bright torch sheaved by thin curtains. An odor like dirty laundry had impregnated the air.
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By 1710 the Wolfhounds were back on FOB Apache. The drive back had been uneventful. Twenty minutes later, Kale and Moose were alone in the motor pool. While Moose cleaned D24’s .50 caliber, Kale waited for him. Everyone else had cleared out, tired from the lon
