Humbled

I've finished the third in my War on Terror trilogy. Just finished Joker One. This one about the Marines in Ramadi in 2004. The author was a young lieutenant (with Princeton and Harvard degrees now working for Pepsi in Dallas) who intended the book to be primarily a tribute to his comrades but a bit about his growth as a leader and a bit about faith.

I cried again. While I truly regret not having served, I'm now convinced I'd never have made it. I think I knew that already and didn't want to admit it to myself.