The First Lady took off her flak jacket, discarding it like a blanket on a hot night.
Bosnian sniper bullets awaited her on the ground.
"That below," said Sinbad, motioning to Tuzla as the plane descended.
"Is war," the First Lady said. "In war, it is necessary to have discipline."
"And to live under that discipline it is necessary we will die?" asked Sheryl Crow.
She clutched her guitar as if it were her child.
"Without discipline we will all die anyway," said the First Lady.
The airplane began to dip.
"How are you so brave in the face of death?" asked a sergeant.
"I’ve done this before," she said. "I remember landing under sniper fire. There was supposed to be some kind of a greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicles to get to our base."
The sergeant turned to her.
"Isn’t it pretty to think so?" he asked.
* with apologies to Ernest Hemingway.