Imagine having a nice little drive in the Afghanistan countryside, its beautiful day, you and your buddies are taking much needed medicine to an Afghani village.
A child appears out of nowhere.
You stop to keep from running over her. The next thing you know is your old friend Brian’s brains are in your lap.
The following day, or week, depending on how long they let you mope around whining about Brian, and you’re out on patrol again. Oops too close to that IED. Bill’s head just rolled down the dirt road, without his body. You can’t hear shit, you walk around in a daze till some young Corpsman puts you in a stretcher.
Luckily that Hunvee was armored. Only that poor bastard Bill got the ride back to his kids and wife, in a bag.
Well it’s almost over. Next week you leave for home, I made it. One last patrol.
What is that up ahead? It’s a little girl in the street, right in the middle of a fucking fire fight…
Do you think 23 year old James will stop the vehicle?
I don’t know; maybe yes, maybe no.
But either way, he ain’t going home normal.