My name is James O'Connor, and I watched Richard Sterling lose his humanity one battle at a time.
I was his observation officer, his spotter, his friend in the way that men become friends when they share a rifle scope and a kill box and the certain knowledge that tomorrow might not belong to either of them. I watched him become the finest soldier I have ever known. I also watched him become the worst kind of man. Sterling didn't talk much. That was his first virtue and his fatal flaw. He...
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