Hey boss, it’s over there by the door. Ah, great. The longer you marinate steaks, the better they are. I’m actually going to use it for enchiladas. Yeah, Tus says that grilling them really brings it to the next level. It’s for that party next weekend I had mentioned. I’m actually looking forward to going.
Yeah, well, keep it as long as you need it. Thanks.
Um, boss, listen. I know that Joe didn’t like me very much, but are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?
Oh, he liked you, McGee. Just how those guys are. No, I’m good. Go home with your family. Thanks.
Alright. Hey, McGee, yeah, you got a minute?
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
Boss, I want to tell you something about Joe. Something about me. What I saw in Kuwait. Before that, I was different. It took something from me. It’s what war does. Sometimes I think if my girls had been there when I got home, maybe they wouldn’t have recognized me. Maybe there wouldn’t have been enough of me left for them to hang on to. Maybe the best of me was gone.
You come home, and you’re like half a person. The other half is still back there where, at least, it made sense. Where even with the bullets and the blood and the chaos, you knew what mattered. You knew that the guy next to you was willing to die for you and you for him. And you look around and think it shouldn’t take a war to make the world that simple.
