“A man must feel he belongs to something. As long as he
floats around space doing little chores that start and end with his hands and
never reach his heart, he’s no good to himself. Some things are real and some
things are only tinsel paper that people wrap themselves in, having nothing
more important to do with their time.”-Ernest Haycox Bugles in the Afternoon
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Front Sight by Stephen Hunter
Stephen Hunter, a poet of accurate gunplay among thriller writers. A man who often gets the violence right and extracts as much of the rom...
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