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More likely, I won’t.
My uniform was covered with so much blood from the assault that
the Marines got one of their own for me. From that point on, I looked
like a Marine in digi cami.
It was a little weird to be wearing someone else’s uniform. But it
was also an honor to be considered a member of the team to the point
where they’d outfit me. Even better, they gave me a fleece jacket and a
fleece beanie—it was cold out there.
Taya:
After one deployment, we were driving in the car and Chris
said, just out of the blue, “Did you know there is a certain kind
of smell when someone dies in a particular way”
And I said, “No. I didn’t know that.”
And gradually I got the story.
It was suitably gruesome.
Stories would just come out. A lot of times, he said things to
see what I could handle. I told him I really, truly did not care
what he did in wartime. He had my unconditional support.
Still, he needed to go slow, to test the waters. I think he needed
to know I wouldn’t look at him differently, and perhaps more
than that, he knew he would deploy again and he didn’t want to
scare me.
As far as I can see it, anyone who has a problem with what
guys do over there is incapable of empathy. People want America
to have a certain image when we fight. Yet I would guess if
someone were shooting at them and they had to hold their