“I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.” — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Adversity has the remarkable ability of introducing the real you to yourself.” — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“A woman in combat? Yes. Since when? Since Native American warrior Buffalo Calf Road Woman knocked that prick General George Custer off… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“In movies, war only looks romantic. “Tell my gal I love her…” close-up shot, and fade out. It doesn’t work as beautifully… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Whether it’s an Iraqi widow mourning her dead loved ones standing helplessly in the rubble of her former home or a dying… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“There are people who come home from war and want to talk about the pain, but no one wants to listen; there… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“A moving target is harder to kill, and I didn't stop running, maneuvering, until I reached home base, where I could breathe… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Everyone around me was allowed, permitted to fall apart; yet I had to think twice. I couldn't bear to take another dip… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“To stay alive, you have to keep moving. Running, relocating, driving, doing everything in your power to stay in motion and make… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Veterans being sent into unjust wars for corporate profit is a perversion of trust, at best. I found the emotional manipulation of… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Aside from clinically-diagnosed psychopaths, I have not met one person in war who thoroughly enjoyed killing. If someone ended up bragging over… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“There were waves of genocide that overcame indigenous populations of Oceania and do we have a library of books or films to tell our… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“When you’re persistently deleted from history, media, and any other channel to access information – or that information is distorted – it’s far worse… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“To walk through unknown streets in cities where you are merely learning the language is to force yourself into a new state of hypervigilance.… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach,… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“In movies, war only looks romantic. “Tell my gal I love her…” close-up shot, and fade out. It doesn’t work as beautifully and neat… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.” — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“She smiled, and said, “Take care that the voice of God and the Devil sound one in the same in the desert. Trust your… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
“Whether it’s an Iraqi widow mourning her dead loved ones standing helplessly in the rubble of her former home or a dying soldier in… — M.B. Dallocchio Copy Share Image
