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Easing into traffic, I merged the only way possible in Iraq—fearlessly and with liberal use of the horn.
driving in the Middle East was a bit like surfing a tsunami. Most of the time you were just along for the ride.
“Damn, son. Have you not been paying attention? I already told you I’m American. We know everything.
After all, what’s not to like about sliding down a rope beneath a hovering helicopter? Everything is the answer you’re looking for.

