nate is sitting on a porch of his small house in maryland. it's a chilly autumn night. the wind is crispy and fresh, so different from the hot and heavy iraqi air. he fiddles with a small horseshoe on his neck. the memories are lingering in his head but he doesn't let them bother him. not right now. he is home now. (he knows they will be back at night)
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