A Past Time

Inside the “Valley of Death” known as Sangin, Afghanistan during a time the war was at its peak in 2010. The days and weeks fly by like the RPGs screaming at hyper-speed over our heads. Gunfights at their highest, in the middle of a hunting season, trying to kill as many Taliban fighters as possible.

Slowly piercing my skin and entering my veins with a syringe filled with the blood of our enemies. War becoming the gateway drug.

Recognizing whoever steps into a war zone, never steps out without sacrificing a part of themselves.

War still leaves me delusional and on the verge of a psychotic break even thirteen years later.