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CRITIC AT LARGE
Somewhere on an American campus this month, commencement speaker I.B. Antiquated will warn fledglings about to flap their wings into the brave blue yonder that Fallujah "is not Khe Sanh, Basra is not Long Binh, and Tikrit is not Hue."
The students, uncomfortably sweating in their caps and gowns, will yawn and think, "Whatever," and "It's like, what is he talking...
Not My Generation
By CARLIN ROMANOSomewhere on an American campus this month, commencement speaker I.B. Antiquated will warn fledglings about to flap their wings into the brave blue yonder that Fallujah "is not Khe Sanh, Basra is not Long Binh, and Tikrit is not Hue."
The students, uncomfortably sweating in their caps and gowns, will yawn and think, "Whatever," and "It's like, what is he talking...
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