Wage Your War and Walk Away
I am sweating. The goggles on my face mask are foggy. I can’t see a thing. The morning sun hardly falls into the barracks, that I chose as a cover from the war that is going on outside.
Read MoreJul 1, 2004 | Features
I am sweating. The goggles on my face mask are foggy. I can’t see a thing. The morning sun hardly falls into the barracks, that I chose as a cover from the war that is going on outside.
Read MoreFeb 1, 2004 | Features
An unusually warm and humid spring night has fallen over La Verne, covering the community like a black blanket. Only a few streetlights shine into the parking lot of the supermarket on Foothill Boulevard. Into this dark scene rolls a black pickup.
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