To be a different bird—that’s what I love. I’ve always been the one they didn’t want to hand the microphone to, the one with a little too much spirit for the crowd. Looking back many moons ago, here’s a true story: when I worked at the aluminum plant on the last day of my ninety-day probation, they gave me the worst puller they had—numb… Read More


War is not glory. It never was. It’s just a brutal, ugly thing. A thing that chews up men and spits them out like used cigarette butts. You’ll hear the stories, you’ll hear the bravado, but it’s all lies — the glory, the honor, the flag-waving speeches. The battlefield doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,… Read More