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a second it had rested peacefully in front of him, just below his trigger<br />
finger. He’d figured it had been a combination of good luck and the good<br />
Lord that had allowed him to dodge the bullet (pun intended) so he’d<br />
kept it and made sure to say his prayers.<br />
“Oh, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes at her own forgetfulness.<br />
“I keep forgetting.”<br />
“You’re only six,” he said, smiling into the webcam. “That’s understandable.<br />
Most of these idiots over here still can’t figure it out.” He threw<br />
a dirty sock at Private Banks, one of his three roommates and the only<br />
one that was awake. The four men shared a twelve feet by twelve feet<br />
plywood box they called home.<br />
The first couple of months had been difficult, getting used to the cramped<br />
space, but they found it as cozy as could be now. It offered much more<br />
space than they had in their tightly packed gun truck they took on the<br />
road every night on missions.<br />
“Is it snowing there, Daddy?”<br />
“Oh, no,” he said, laughing at her innocence, ducking the sock<br />
that Banks had thrown back at him. “Honey, it never snows here.”<br />
“Isn’t it winter there, too?” she asked, looking confused again.<br />
“Yes sweetie. It’s winter, but it’s still in the mid-eighties during<br />
the day. It does get cold at night though. Down to the mid-thirties.”<br />
“That seems like such a strange place,” she said, her face now<br />
wearing a look of fascination. “I’d like to go there someday.”<br />
“Well,” he said, looking thoughtful. “Maybe someday that will be<br />
possible. Don’t count on it until you’re a grown up though. This place<br />
isn’t going to be safe for a long time. Is it snowing there?” he asked,<br />
changing the subject. He lived Iraq day in and day out. His Skype call to<br />
his daughter and wife, and his three month old son he’d not met yet was<br />
his daily excursion away from his grim reality.<br />
“”Yes,” she said. “It just started this afternoon. I love it when it<br />
snows on Christmas!”<br />
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