Path Through the Mud
Kyle McKenzie sat at his desk and looked at the screen and tried to understand why he could not stop thinking about the smell. It was a specific smell. Wet dirt and diesel and something sweet underneath that he could not identify at the time. He was in Baghdad, 2004, and the smell had come from a drainage culvert on the edge of the city, and when his squad leader had told him to check it out,...
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