There are few things more awkward than walking the streets of East Harlem in my Army dress blue uniform. The gold pant stripes and the medals on my coat draw an interesting array of reactions. Some offer suspicious stares.
Some preach to me their conspiracy-theory wisdom behind the current wars. About once a week, someone asks where the closest cross-town M60 stop is, thinking I'm a bus driver.
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