John picked up the cup and poured more coffee into it. He held
out the pot for Toby, who nodded his thanks. When the coffee was poured, both
men settled back. Toby was silent for a moment. He watched Toby warily, the
rock never far from his grasp. After a few moments, he finally broke the
silence.
“So? Spill it. Tell me this story.”
Toby took a sip of his coffee and began, “Well, it’s all about
a man who finally found himself. He was an empty man, although he didn’t know
it yet. It all began in 1991, when he was sent to Saudi for what became Desert
Storm....”
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