We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

There's a man in an leather chair, jacket unbuttoned, in a shadow bearding onto past midnight, 5 o'clock and the last call for punching out - all the work-a-day seems years ago Now he sits, almost self-assured, in the midst of a harried mess; Sipping a glass of something steadying and resolving, to write down … Continue reading We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor