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We’re watching a re-run of Baghdad ER, a documentary filmed in IZ earlier this year. It’s pretty graphic and Lisanne grabs my hand as they show a young soldier’s bloody arm being amputated. “Is that where you went to see the guy with the broken leg?” she whispers. “Yes.” “Don’t go there, Mark. Never go there.”

It is the only time during my leave that I watch or read anything having to do with Iraq. And I won’t go there, Lisanne. I promise.