![]() “I have three thousand one hundred and seventy-five yen.” Loose coins spilled out and rolled across the floor. “OPSEC.” He walked over to a currency exchange window and produced four or five ziplock bags full of money from a variety of countries. His name was Ray Lehman he was from Pennsylvania, and had served in the Marine Corps. I introduced myself to one of them, a man in his late twenties with a reddish beard. It was the last leg of a long journey.Īfter disembarking, I followed the train of men to the baggage claim. They appeared to be anywhere from twenty to fifty years old, and looked like they might have been dredged up from the aisles of sporting goods stores across the United States. One wore a cap that read in my defense i was left unsupervised. A faint odor of dirty laundry and stale cigarette smoke emanated from their general direction. ![]() ![]() My flight from Munich to Warsaw on March 13 was half-filled with English-speaking men in a motley assortment of store-bought paramilitary gear, cargo pants, and hiking boots. ![]()
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