There is a moment I return to often. It was early morning, somewhere cold and wet, at the end of a long field exercise. My boots were soaked through. My rucksack had worn grooves into my shoulders. Ev
There is a moment I return to often. It was early morning, somewhere cold and wet, at the end of a long field exercise. My boots were soaked through. My rucksack had worn grooves into my shoulders. Ev
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