WRECKAGE: hubris
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WRECKAGE: hubris
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From: Iangallowglass U SMC
To: Amy Rubinowitz
Date: 10 Feb, 0000
Subject: I love y ou


Amy,

The night before I shipped out, you asked me how I could do what I do—how I could kill people. I gave you som
I know sometimes you think that I don’t think about these kind of things. I don’t, a lot of time. If I thought about it too much, I’d go crazy,
you know? But that doesn’t mean I don’t think at all. Even a jarhead has a thought wander throu

I did hear you when you said that you didn’t know if you could live with the fear of loving someone you think is in danger all the time. I
think its harder for folks back home than it is for us. I know that sounds crazy, but I think the not knowi
than anything and I won’t say it wouldn’t be aw
I wouldn’t hate you. I’d understand.

Here’s what it is, as best as I can explain it. When I’m over here, I find myself thinking abou
they would kill you and everyone else, if they could. They would kill you in horrible ways, for having blond hair and not wearing a
goddamned burkha. I’d rather lose you to some other guy than let that happen. So I’ll keep coming back here un

Here’s the other thing, and maybe it means I’m an awful person. You know my dad was in Desert Storm and his dad was in Vietnam.
I hate it over here. I want to come home. But when I’m here I feel alive in some way that most p
evolved to hunt and fight. It’s when I go home that I feel like a freak. I don’t know how to talk to people. In the Corps, I know that anyone
I talk to understands what it means to go thro
Maybe we’re just bred to be warriors.

I never had the nerve to tell you this. I

Semper fi. Which also means, I lo ve you.

Ian

From: Iangallowglass USMC
To: Amy Rubinowitz
Date: 10 Feb, 0000
Subject: I love you


Amy,

The night before I shipped out, you asked me how I could do what I do—how I could kill people. I gave you some non-answer, I know.
I know sometimes you think that I don’t think about these kind of things. I don’t, a lot of time. If I thought about it too much, I’d go crazy,
you know? But that doesn’t mean I don’t think at all. Even a jarhead has a thought wander through now and then.

I did hear you when you said that you didn’t know if you could live with the fear of loving someone you think is in danger all the time. I
think its harder for folks back home than it is for us. I know that sounds crazy, but I think the not knowing is really hard. I love you more
than anything and I won’t say it wouldn’t be awful if you decided to break up with me. I would hate it. Hate it more than I could say. But,
I wouldn’t hate you. I’d understand.

Here’s what it is, as best as I can explain it. When I’m over here, I find myself thinking about LA. These people attacked us, Amy. And
they would kill you and everyone else, if they could. They would kill you in horrible ways, for having blond hair and not wearing a
goddamned burkha. I’d rather lose you to some other guy than let that happen. So I’ll keep coming back here until the job is done.

Here’s the other thing, and maybe it means I’m an awful person. You know my dad was in Desert Storm and his dad was in Vietnam.
I hate it over here. I want to come home. But when I’m here I feel alive in some way that most people never are. I think we were
evolved to hunt and fight. It’s when I go home that I feel like a freak. I don’t know how to talk to people. In the Corps, I know that anyone
I talk to understands what it means to go through something like this. Maybe me and my dad are like extremes of the human species.
Maybe we’re just bred to be warriors.

I never had the nerve to tell you this. I know you won’t understand. I wanted to try because I always want to be honest with you.

Semper fi. Which also means, I love you.

Ian