Another immigrant hero bites the dust in Iraq.

"I don't know where he got it from," the mother was saying about her son's love of guns. "We never had a gun in our house. You were not allowed to have toy guns in Trinidad. He came up here for these." She took out pictures of him in Rosedale, Queens, in Army camouflage, holding a BB gun, and then a toy rifle. Now he was in sunglasses, down on one knee and aiming the toy rifle.

"He loved the Army clothes, but he never had them in Trinidad. Somebody stole a shipment of camouflage uniforms and the police banned anybody from wearing them."

Guns, which consumed him, seem unnatural and dangerous and kill the innocent, but in LeRon's life they came to his imagination as marvelous, exciting machinery that caused the breath to catch. He never wanted to shoot. He wanted to repair and polish and have them work with wonderful precision.

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