“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

the upgrade. It’s not even the overwhelming abundance of choices in a grocery store after months of MREs, though I did stand paralyzed in the cereal aisle yesterday for a solid ten minutes.

No, the hardest part is the noise. The chaotic, meaningless, utterly civilian noise of suburban America—car horns honking for no tactical reason, teenagers shrieking continue reading …