CHAPTER TENJuly 2006
Time passed quickly. He would have much rather spent July at home in Gloucester, North Carolina, but he knew that his return to Iraq would give his fellow Marines the opportunity to spend it with their loved ones. In that there was a great comfort. Each rise and fall of the full moon over the Outer Banks hastened along his return to Iraq. Once again it was his battalion’s turn to relieve those who were on duty in Iraq. Fresh faces and old weathered faces with clean weapons and uniforms returned to relieve those who were tired, worn out, and dirty. He was back, and back in a place that he felt oddly familiar with and comfortable in. All of the combat experienced Marines felt the same way. This was their job; it was what they were trained to do.
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