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Anecdotally His Fitness Reports Rated Him Well Above Average In The Classroom, Excellent In The Field, Fluently Bilingual In English And French, Passable In Spanish, Outstanding On All Man-portable Weaponry, And Beyond Outstanding At Hand-to-hand Combat. Susan Knew What That Last Rating Meant. Like Having A Running Chainsaw Thrown At You

People Who Wear Glasses, Without Them They Always Look Unfocused, Vulnerable. Out In The Open. A Layer Removed.

Sometimes If You Want To Know For Sure Whether The Stove Is Hot, The Only Way To Find Out Is To Touch It.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I Just Felt From Personal Observation That There Is Nothing More Dislocated Or Alienated Than A Lifelong Military Person Trying To Cope In Civilian Life. It's Like Two Completely Separate Planets.