Damaged Goods -- Prologue
PROLOGUE
Afghanistan, November 2011
Ten minutes. It was only supposed to take ten minutes to reach our ride home.
Perkins drove. I rode in the vehicle commander’s seat. An electric jolt ran up my spine as our allegedly mine-resistant vehicle bounced down the dusty road. If you could dignify the narrow strip of packed sand as such. The same relentless beige…
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