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19 March: Bubba

I’d like to be able to tell you that the war started for me with a bang, with some significant event that symbolized heading off to war – crossing the berm, lifting off and heading north, firing that first round. It didn’t. It started with a phone call. It could only have been more comical if the word had come via a PowerPoint slide briefing. “She’s turning around,” they said, “heading to an immediate target.” OK, well, that’s unusual. She is, of course, the U2 – the Dragon Lady, my mistress of the night. In the seven or so