In the summer, I met a man who made his living by selling computer hardware he found discarded around London’s business districts. A Scorpion tank driver during the Gulf war, he told me how he had been wounded in a firefight and now found himself unequipped for ordinary employment. Soldiers who have seen action are not supposed to enjoy talking about their experiences, so I took him for a fantasist, until he pulled down the neck of his t-shirt and showed me his bullet wounds. The man may have risked his life for a cheap oil supply and the restoration of a despotic government, but he had come out of it with some good stories to tell – and this was recompense enough.
Not every combat veteran conforms to the popular image of quiet dignity. Some relate their tales with all the gusto of celebrities recounting their charity work, believing that what they endured was the most meaningful time in their lives.
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