They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they’ve all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? “I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How’ve you been?” — Grosse Pointe Blank

How do you tell someone who lives within 25 miles of where they were born what it’s like in places where the water doesn’t run and the light ends at sunset?  How do you explain to someone whose idea of the military is a vague memory of something their father did or what they see in movies and games that a life in uniform is more than a paycheck, more than a few moments of adrenaline?  How do you come home when you don’t know what it looks like anymore, and those who you come home to are strangers?