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Mohammad's Burning
a month ago
A plastic gas container full of fuel sat next to Mohammad. No scratches or bruises or cuts existed on his body. His hands had been bound and his feet as well. He sat in a wooden chair. He wore a white...
Mohammad's Shooting
a month ago
Halia Cooperson, CEO of ThinkClick Firearms of Wilmington, Delaware, could smell the carbon and CLP (cleaner, lubricant, and preservative) emanating from the smart firearms being shot, being serviced,...
Mohammad's Drowning
a month ago
A clock on the wall read 3:14 in the morning. Mohammad looked bedraggled. His eyes shifted left to right and he hung his head and then picked it back up again. A military intelligence specialist worki...
Mohammad’s Gulp
a month ago
Jazz music tiddly-winked in the corner of the room from a piano, bass, and trumpet in a nightclub called Upscale in downtown Wilmington, Delaware. Sylvester German, clad in a tailored suit and white s...
Mohammad's Drop
a month ago
In Smyrna, Delaware, the snow had fallen upon the wheat fields and made them look like frosted cereal. In the police car, zooming at a fast clip through the country, Mohammad struggled with his handcu...
The World of Honor and Pride
a month ago
“I don’t approve of female Marines,” Captain Boller said at the Newark, Delaware Marine Officer Selection Office. His thick arms nearly burst of out of his blue dress “D” uniform that day in June. A b...