my mind struggled top condense all that had led to me being here. My vocal cords fought to express the memories that leaked out; I felt the weight of it all pressing down on me.

My vocal chords fought to contain the memories that leaked out; I felt the weight off it all pressing down on me.

But as much as this is a soldier’s reason d’etre, it is not often that you hear a soldier explicitly talk about ‘killing’. The k-word as a verb is instead often disguised and supplanted by...

By not burning their poppy fields to the ground but instead maintaining a security umbrella that international development agencies could safely work under as they improved these ordinary people’s lives, we would win their ‘hearts...

We were not told how Alexander the Great was the last person in history to successfully ‘pacify’ what would become Afghanistan, over 2,000 years ago.

…my ability to trust had been shattered into splinters, its fragmented shards slicing through every darkened recess of my mind, his absolution won my over all the more.