Chapter 9
2000, 7 April 2004
Stateline Trucking
Joliet, Illinois
A week after his firing, Jeremy drew down his checking account to $500 and knew he had to do something. Since he wasn’t working, he had time to think about the killing of the Americans in Fallujah. One morning, he drove to the Armed Forces Recruiting Station on Michigan Avenue. By chance, he found a parking space next to the Marine Corps Recruiting Office and remembered the old veteran at the American Legion asking him if he was a Marine. He walked inside.
The recruiting office had a waiting area and four glass offices in the rear, and Jeremy could see a tough-looking sergeant talking to a young man at his desk. Another Marine sat in the adjoining office. Jeremy walked over, knocked on the side of the door, and said, “Si
