Michael Ware's Tortured World:
"I Am Not The Same Fucking Person"
"I am not the same fucking person," he tells me. "I am not the same person. I don't know how to come home."
It's October, six months after our first meeting, and Michael Ware, 39, is at his girlfriend's apartment in New York, trying to tell me why after six years he absolutely must start spending less time in Iraq. He's crying on the other end of the telephone.
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