I had been napping in the front seat of my humvee. I decided to step out onto the desert floor and stretch my legs. The constriction of my chemical protective suit was bothersome, but I was being forced to wear it anyway. At the time apparently, someone thought Iraq had chemical weapons. I leaned over the hood of the truck, resting my elbows on it. I scanned the area briefly before settling my gaze on the western horizon. The road stretching out before me was blacktop. It disappeared in the distance some miles before it reached the horizon. I’d never before stood on land so flat. Besides the thin strip of black there were only two other colors in the landscape to my front. One was the haze color of an empty sky that was neither blue nor gray. The other was the light beige, almost off-white, color of the endless desert. The two colors met at the horizon, nearly blending. To look in that direction was to squint. To my back was a silent armada of vehicles. Some were gun trucks and some were command trucks.
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