The Weight of Dust and Iron: A Soldier’s Last Stand for a Dying American Heartland
CHAPTER 1: THE CRACKED PAVEMENT “Pick them up,” Miller spit, his voice scraping like gravel under a boot. He didn’t yell. In a town this quiet, a low voice carried all the weight it needed. The tan envelope had split clean down its frayed seam. White sheets of thirty-pound bond paper—stamped with faded purple institutional…