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August 23, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
I was in the army for 8 years.
I put myself through sixteen weeks in Hell at the Infantry School in Georgia. I was eaten alive by mosquitoes the size of your average USB thumb drive in the swamps of Louisiana. I froze in the unimaginable cold in Germany, and I ruined my body as a Paratrooper.
And this was all outside of Iraq.
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August 16, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
The apocalypse isn’t exactly cocktail party banter.
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August 6, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
I’ve been answering the End of the World question for years.
One usually first confronts it around middle school. Without probing too deeply I realize that I had never really revised my answer since that time. A voice from the Id, something along the lines of: “Yeah! I want a seraglio full of Penthouse models all dressed in hooker costumes, and all the chocolate chip cookies in the world!”
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July 29, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
The end of the world used to seem so cool. I’d get to go days without shaving, acquire a cool long coat, and sleep on a cot next to pallets of canned soup and a loaded shotgun. Plus, everyone would dress like the Legion of Doom. What’s not to love?
Then I had kids.
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July 26, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
If I was to die in six months
awaiting the collision of an asteroid,
I could cry with everyone or wait
to die with everyone or
check Facebook and Twitter. I could run away
to another place, hope for another fate, butI would think about Leaves of Grass.
And the dirt on the bottom of one’s boot.
I could search for the songs of myself.
Reflect on what I have left –
