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My divorce papers. My marriage is officially over.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that the right thing to say?
I guess.
From your girl?
Not exactly. It's my divorce papers.
Oh.
I didn't know you were married.
Yeah, well, not anymore, according to this.
Why don't you move in with me?
What?
I mean, you need a place to stay,
and-- and I could use help with the rent.
You could stay here until you find somewhere else.
It does kind of make sense.
- I'm moving. - What?
It's only temporary.
I've been asked to participate
in a clinical study at Johns Hopkins.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
Um... what about the kids?
I'll be taking them with me.
But we'll all be home again
before Joan finishes with her tour.
I think you should take that job in Baltimore.
I want you to. But don't take the kids.
I can do it, Roland. I can take care of them.
I know you can.
Thank you.
What are we stopping here for, Sergeant?
We're out in the open.
Sit tight.
You have two squads to send down the east side.
This is Outlaw One-Six!
Troops in contact!
Request medevac and immediate suppression! Over!
Yesterday during a patrol
along the Afghan-Pakistan border,
second platoon, Bravo Company,
came into contact with Taliban insurgents.
In the ensuing firefight, Lieutenant Brown
and Sergeant First Class Wisniewski
sustained wounds that required them to be medevaced
to Landstuhl, Germany.
They are both in serious but stable condition.
I visited with Gisela Wisniewski
before she left for Germany this morning.
How's she doin'?
Oh, you know Gisela. She's a trooper,
but she asked that we keep her husband in our prayers.
Lieutenant Brown is single.
I spoke with his parents in Wichita
and I let them know that we're here to provide
whatever support they need.
Excuse me.
Yes, ma'am?
Was anybody else hurt?
Three other soldiers sustained minor wounds
and returned to duty.
I don't have their names.
Um, what do you mean by minor wounds?
Typically, cuts and abrasions. Things like that.
Do you know what happened?
I'm afraid I'm not authorized to release operational details.
Right.
I'm sorry, but, um,
when can we Skype with our husbands again?
I don't know. Personal contact is extremely limited
at the platoon's current location.
I realize that it's hard not to worry,
but your husbands can take care of themselves.
Thank you, Sergeant Hall. We all appreciate your time.
Yes, ma'am. It's what I'm here for.
If you have any further questions,
feel free to contact me through Rear Detachment.
Right.
I can't get over how fast it happened.
I thought the LT was dead for sure.
Just shut up about it, okay?
He's gonna make it.
Sergeant Ski, too.
Ski. I can't believe he got hit.
I didn't think anything could take him out.
It shouldn't have happened.
One second we're standing there,
the next second... boom.
It was a setup.
Come on, man.
We stopped out in the open, Truman. Why?
I don't know. Why?
'Cause it was an ambush.
It was no ambush, Cruz.
Stop filling this boy's head with crazy talk.
It's not crazy talk.
The Afghan sergeant left us fully exposed.
Because he couldn't read the damn map.
Yeah. That's right.
I was right there next to him.
The man got confused. That's all.
And he paid for it with his life.
And when that IED went off,
his body took most of the blast.
Which is the only reason the LT and Sergeant Ski
are still with us.
And me, too, for that matter.
Yeah. Some setup.
But people do stupid things,
and they end up getting killed,
which is why we try not to do stupid things, Cruz.
Yes, Corporal.
Put that weapon back together and get some sleep.
Good night.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
Don't be silly.
Almost through.
Holly.
I'm fine.
Oh.
It's okay, honey. We've all been there.
I'm sorry.
How do you all stay so calm?
Practice.
I just keep thinking...
Tim could've been killed.
- No, but he wasn't. - That's right.
You can't let the what ifs mess with your head.
How?
By keeping busy, relying on each other,
and realizing that you're not alone.
Okay?
Come on. Let's give Denise some peace and quiet.
Mm.
I'll get a hang of this, I swear.
Of course you will.
Night.
Good night.
Denise,
I just want to say, I'm so glad you're here.
I don't know how we'd get through without you.
Thank you.
Good night.
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You can't. Can't.
You cannot-- you can't do it.
Ready to go?
Almost.
Oh. Can Tanner and Deuce come over after school today?
Oh, I'm afraid not. I can't be home to watch you.
We don't need a babysitter.
It's a nonstarter, mister. Give it up.
Okay. Well, can I go over to Deuce's house?
I'll call his mother.
If she says okay, you can go.
Yes.
Get your backpack.
Isn't this wonderful?
What?
You and me-- roommates.
I could just sing.
Oh, please don't. It's early.
You're not a morning person?
I'm a...
I'm not a "let's sing first thing in the morning" person,
that's all.
Okay. Got it.
Pancakes?
Yeah. These look great.
My granny's recipe.
Of course.
Mmm. My God. These are fantastic.
It's the buttermilk.
And... thanks.
Me, for what?
Well, for giving me someone to-- to cook for
and to talk to.
You know, someone you can discuss your whole day with
and share whatever crosses your mind.
This how you and Tim are when you're together?
Oh, absolutely. Oh, we talk about everything.
Great.
So what do you want to talk about?
Right now?
Nothing, actually.
It usually takes me
a few cups of coffee to get going.
That's okay.
I'm wide awake.
Oh, I've been thinking about wallpaper in here.
What do you think, like, a floral pattern maybe?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Or we could do plaid. Ooh, I like plaid.
Not all plaid, but most plaid.
You know, the problem with plaid
is it could clash with the window treatments.
Maybe we don't need wallpaper after all.
All right, sweet pea. Wave to daddy.
Hello, princess.
Yeah, wave.
Oh, yeah. Hi.
Aw. Hey.
What is that on your wrist?
Oh, that. That's just a little somethin' somethin'.
Uh-huh. Our anniversary's not till tomorrow, Frank.
I know, I know, I know, but when your package arrived,
I just couldn't help myself.
Ah. That's not fair.
Well, I'm gonna be in the field tomorrow,
so I thought, you know, under the circumstances,
maybe I could violate protocol.
All right. In that case, I'll let it go.
Do you like it?
Oh, are you kidding? I love it. I love it.
But you're making me look bad here, D.
You know, I only sent the usual flowers and candy.
Yeah, I imagine your shopping options
are pretty limited out there, Frank.
You know, baby, how long has it been
since we were together for an anniversary?
Um, three years?
Or no, four.
Damn.
Well, let me be the first to say it, baby--
happy anniversary.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪ Crazy ♪
♪ I'm crazy for feeling ♪
♪ so lonely ♪
Another beer?
No, thanks.
Uh, you want to pay me for that?
Sorry.
I've got a lot on my mind.
I'll get your change.
Keep it.
Yeah? You sure?
I'm sure.
So, um...
what's on your mind?
It's my mom.
She hates surprises, and I'm, uh,
about to lay a big one on her.
What, are you getting married?
- No. - Divorced?
- No. - Did you kill a man in Memphis?
No. Nothing like that.
So how bad can it be?
You don't know my mother.
Oh, guess I'm lucky.
Oh, it's not like that. I... I love my mom.
It's just, uh...
she thinks she knows what's best for her children.
Like all mothers.
I suppose.
Suppose? My mother would still be
laying out my clothes for me every morning if I let her.
How do you handle that?
Well, I, uh...
stopped telling her what I was going to do years ago.
Now I just tell her why I'm doing it.
- And that works? - Not at all.
Thanks for the tip.
No charge.
Well, uh...
Good luck.
Thanks.
♪ ...do ♪
♪ Oh, crazy ♪
♪ for thinking ♪
Patrick.
Hi, mom.
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Oh, mmh.
Mom, say something.
Why do you want to rush into war?
I'm not rushing into anything.
I'm ready to serve.
The plan was you graduate West Point,
then you go to Ranger school,
and then you join your unit.
I can go to Ranger school later.
Right now... I want to get to my troops.
But why?
What's the hurry?
The war's winding down, mom.
I don't want to take charge of a platoon
and be the only guy
who doesn't have a combat patch.
Well, we'll see
what your father has to say about this.
He's on board.
So you've talked to him?
He said he's do the same thing in my position.
I see.
So you flanked me.
Yeah.
Basically.
So it's a done deal?
I signed into the 32nd this morning.
It's what I want, mom.
It's what I've always wanted.
I know.
And I want you to be happy for me.
Just give me a little time.
Hey, mom.
Hey, how was school?
Okay. Can I go over to Deuce's?
Homework first.
It-- I'll-- I'll do it later.
- Sorry. - Mom.
First work, then play.
It's only a few math problems.
Then it should go by fast. That was the deal, right?
You were gonna bring up your math grade.
Well, yeah, but--
No buts. You're just wasting your own time.
Okay.
How was school, Caroline?
Groovy.
We need to talk.
There was $100 in extra texting charges
on the phone bill.
I told my dad to switch plans.
We gave you a limit, Caroline,
and you went over it.
I'm sorry. Okay?
My dad will take care of it.
I think you should pay for it.
Me? I don't have a job.
You can work it off around the house.
I'll make you a list of chores.
Uh, no.
Don't "no" me.
That phone is a privilege, not a right.
You need to earn it.
You are not taking my phone away.
Then pay your bills.
The only reason I text so much
is because all my friends are back in Georgia,
and my mom-- my real mom.
You know what, Caroline?
You're a part of this family now,
and I think it's about time that you--
I don't have to listen to you.
It's not enough that I have Kevin over there?
Now I have to send my son, too?
Soldiers want to be where the action is.
Maybe--
maybe Kevin can pull some strings
and have Patrick stationed in the rear.
Patrick wouldn't want that and Kevin wouldn't do it.
I know. I know.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
Whining like that in front of you of all people.
Forgive me.
A mother trying to protect her son?
I understand.
Thank you.
The country's forgotten about Afghanistan.
But Patrick can't wait to get over there.
I don't know what to do.
The truth is,
it's out of your hands, Jackie.
As someone who's been there, I can tell you that...
all you can do is love your son
and be proud of the man that he's become.
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
Where have you been?
Homework. Did you get 'em?
Right here.
Cool. Uh, how about balloons?
Got these instead.
Rubber gloves?
My mom keeps 'em around 'cause of Gabe.
They work. You just tie 'em off at the end.
Cool. Come on. Let's do it.
Colonel Burton.
He did what?
David,
go wait by the car.
Can I talk to you ladies for a minute?
I'll be right there, Tanner.
Same for me, Deuce.
I thought you were watching them.
Excuse me?
When I spoke with you this morning,
you said you'd be home.
I was home.
So how did this happen?
It's a big backyard, ma'am.
I-- but the boys like to run around, and it's--
And get into trouble, obviously.
Which is why they need to be supervised.
I can't keep my eyes on them every minute.
They're not babies.
Look, when my son goes to visit a friend,
I shouldn't be worried about him shooting water balloons
in the street.
I'm not happy about it, either, Colonel,
but it was an accident.
The boys were aiming for a tree and just shot a little high.
Yes, and hit a passing MP car.
Wh-what are the odds, ma'am?
That's not the point.
They shouldn't have been shooting water balloons
in the first place.
One of you people should've been supervising.
You people?
So what does it take to get some service around here?
So you survived your conversation
with your mother.
Barely.
And now you want a beer to celebrate.
No.
Something stronger?
Yeah. Your phone number.
Right.
I'm serious.
Sorry, I don't date customers,
especially soldiers.
How do you know I'm a soldier?
It's a joint base. I could be a fighter pilot.
Not cocky enough.
Oh, you don't know me that well.
And that's how I plan to keep it.
Come on. What do you have against soldiers?
You don't know me that well.
Yeah, but I'd like to.
Look...
I appreciate the offer, I do.
But no way.
What's that?
My number.
In case you change your mind.
I won't.
At least tell me your name.
Come on. You owe me that much.
No, I don't.
- Gloria. - Pat.
Good-bye, Pat.
Do me a favor, Gloria.
Change your mind.
What were you thinking?
It was a 3-man slingshot. Tanner and deuce needed me.
Whose idea was this?
Those boys are a bad influence.
They're my best friends, mom.
No. Best friends don't ask you to participate
in criminal mischief.
They didn't mean to--
This is the second time that someone
could've been seriously hurt because of what you did.
You won't be spending any more time
with Tanner and Deuce.
That's not fair.
You need to think for yourself, son, and pick better friends.
You can't do that! Dad wouldn't do that.
Enough.
Now I will speak to your father,
but I'm sure he will agree with me.
I wish he never took that stupid job.
If your father were here,
he would be just as disappointed in you
as I am.
What the hell is going on with that kid, Maggie?
One day he's blowing up MREs at school,
and the next he's shooting water balloons at MPs?
They were aiming at a tree. It was friendly fire.
It's not funny, Mags.
Okay, but it's not like they were planning an assault
on the Provost Marshal's office.
No, no, but that's where it ended up.
That goes on my record, Maggie. That reflects badly on me.
I know. I know. And Tanner knows, too.
Look, look...
we have been at this post for a month.
He's got two strikes against him.
We cannot afford another one.
Maggie, he has got to shape up.
He's a good kid, Eddie.
He's 12 year's old. That's all.
But while we're on the subject,
I'll tell you what we can't afford--
an extra $100 on our phone bill.
What?
Caroline's texting.
I-I talked to her about that.
Yeah, well, it didn't take.
She thinks she can do whatever she wants,
and you'll just clean up after her.
- You're overreacting. - No, I'm not.
And she doesn't think she has to listen to me
because she can always go to you.
Maggie, she's still adjusting.
We all are, Eddie, but that does not give her the right
to talk to me the way she does.
Look, I have tried to take it slow,
but I am at my limit.
If she does not pay for that phone bill, then I--
Come in.
I hate to interrupt, but in case anyone cares,
Tanner just left the house.
Tanner?
Tanner!
Hey.
Didn't you hear me?
Okay, what's going on?
He hates me.
Who?
Eddie.
No, he doesn't.
I heard him, mom.
I have two strikes against me.
He's just...
frustrated.
And frankly, I am, too, Tanner.
I don't know what's gotten into you lately--
blowing up an MRE at school,
shooting water balloons in the backyard.
I know what happened was an accident,
but that does not excuse
what you were doing in the first place.
I'm sorry, mom.
Okay.
Why can't it just be the way it was...
just the two of us?
We don't need them.
Oh, come here, baby.
Oh...
it's gonna get better.
I promise.
And don't worry.
It'll always be you and me, bud.
Always.
Okay, monkey, you all done?
Oh. You're hungry.
Good girl.
Okay.
Aww.
You have the sweetest daddy, you know that?
Mm.
I'm glad you agree.
Mmm.
Mm.
Michael.
Hey, Denise. You got a minute?
Sure.
My schedule just got switched around,
and I need a favor.
I'm hosting a delegation of foreign military officers
and their wives tonight.
It was supposed to be next week.
Anyway, the bottom line is,
I need a hostess to help me entertain.
Jackie Clarke was gonna do it,
but she's busy this evening.
I'm happy to fill in, Michael.
I realize it's very short notice.
It's not a problem.
You're a lifesaver.
I'll have Protocol send the details.
I'll see you tonight.
Thank you.
_
You like the smell of air-dried laundry, too?
Not really. Our dryer's broken.
Oh.
Yep. When it rains, it pours, right?
Mm.
So did you hear about David Burton?
You mean how he's not allowed to play with our boys anymore?
Yeah, Deuce told me.
Colonel Burton thinks we are raising
a pair of juvenile delinquents.
Don't let that woman get to you.
It's not me I'm worried about. It's Eddie.
A bad word from Colonel Burton
could hurt his shot at promotion.
Because of something our kids did?
I've seen careers torpedoed for a lot less.
It's all my fault.
What are you talking about?
Nothing has worked out the way I thought.
Girl, cut yourself some slack.
You've been juggling a lot.
I left the army because you can't be
a wife, a mother, and a soldier
without something taking a hit,
usually the family.
So I chose to leave the army.
But my family is still falling apart.
Yeah?
Ma'am, there's a Mrs. Montclair here to see you.
She doesn't have an appointment,
and I told her you were busy, but she's pretty insistent.
All right. Send her in.
Right this way, ma'am.
Mrs. Montclair.
Sorry to drop by unannounced,
but I was hoping I could talk to you.
I only have a few minutes.
That's all I need.
Please.
Thank you.
First, may I say what a big fan I was
of your Colonel Joan web site?
Well...
thank you.
I told anyone who would listen
that you were the best garrison commander
in the US army--
friendly, open, understanding.
And if they ever had a problem,
all they had to do was call Colonel Joan.
Well, that was the idea.
And it worked like gangbusters.
So I was wondering, where did that woman go?
Excuse me?
The Colonel Joan I knew
understood the pressures military families are under.
She would never make a mother feel small
'cause her boy got into a little trouble.
A little trouble?
I don't make light of what our sons did.
They deserve to be punished, and they are being punished.
But they're boys.
They're not gonna act right all the time.
Which is where adult supervision
comes into play.
Supervision, not micromanagement.
No parent is gonna watch their 12 year old
every minute of the day.
It's not just impossible, it's unhealthy.
And Colonel Joan would know that.
And she'd know all kids get into mischief--
corporals' kids and colonels' kids.
Rank has nothing to do with it.
I appreciate your input.
Okay, then.
That's all I got.
No, it ain't.
Sister to sister, we both know what it's like
to be told we're not good enough
to be around somebody.
I just never thought you'd pull that same number
on an army family.
Now I'm done.
Well, good afternoon, gentlemen.
I know you ran into some bad luck the other day.
I'm going over the reports,
and you responded well in a tough situation.
Your leaders went down, you all stepped up. Oo-ahh.
Oo-ahh.
We're counting on that level of performance to continue.
Now let me emphasize that your presence here
at Firebase Reno is critical,
not just to the security of this valley,
but to the overall success of our mission,
which is now to train our Afghan allies
so that they can carry the fight forward
when our drawdown is complete.
Well, I wish I could stay longer.
But instead of my hot air, I brought you some hot chow
to express my appreciation for the fine job you're doing.
Enjoy it.
You've earned it.
Carry on.
Oo-ahh.
Cheer up, Cruz.
You finally got something to smile about.
Big order.
My son's in town.
Oh, nice.
You okay?
Yeah.
Gloria.
It's nothing.
You're still sad about getting your divorce papers.
You know, there's no shame in it.
Naturally, there's gonna be some sadness--
Actually, I just met a guy.
Oh.
Yeah, a real nice guy.
At least he seems really nice.
And?
He asked me out.
And?
I said no.
Why?
'Cause it's like you said, Jackie.
I just got divorced.
I'm not ready to start dating again.
Why not?
'Cause I need to take things slow.
With me, it's always been,
like, zero to 60 in 3 seconds.
You deserve to have a good time.
It doesn't have to be anything more than that.
Just have some fun.
Yeah?
You really think I should go out with him?
It's your call,
but don't punish yourself for getting divorced.
You made a mistake and you learned from it.
Think of it as... starting a new chapter.
One step at a time.
Right.
Thanks, Jackie.
I want the details.
Bye.
All right, you heroes,
line up and rotate through by squad.
This chow ain't gonna stay hot forever.
It smells great, doesn't it?
Yeah, it does.
Incoming!
Incoming! Get down!
No.
Truman!
All clear!
Cease fire, Cruz!
Cease fire!
Damn it! I told you to stop!
I'm sick and tired of taking it all the time!
I want to do something!
Well, all you're doing is wasting ammo
and putting everybody on edge.
I gave you a direct order, Cruz.
Sorry, Corporal.
Now you want to do something?
Go clean up that mess.
And take Truman with you.
Damn fool almost got himself killed
over a plate of hot chow.
Right away, Corporal.
It was just chili mac anyway.
You okay?
Uh... this place is real fancy.
It's supposed to be
the best new restaurant in town.
Well, I'm-- I'm not sure I'm dressed up enough.
Look, we don't have to eat here.
You wouldn't mind? I mean, I just don't feel--
Forget it. Let's go someplace else.
Where do you want to go?
Nothing this fancy.
Your call.
Mm. You probably wouldn't be up for it.
I'm up for anything.
Yeah?
Oh. Oh, this is awesome.
What do you call it again?
Longanisa.
Sweet pork and garlic sausage.
There's some mango jam in there, too.
How do you know so much about Filipino food?
I thought you were Puerto Rican.
My parents are Puerto Rican.
I'm from the Bronx.
Sorry.
You should be.
Okay.
What does that have to do with Filipino food?
You can get anything in the Bronx.
On my block alone,
there was Filipino, Ethiopian, Jamaican.
You haven't lived until you've had good jerk chicken
with fried platanos.
- Mmm. - Okay.
That'll be our next date.
Yeah?
What makes you think there's gonna be a next date?
Oh, I haven't passed the test yet?
Look, I'm eating things I can't even pronounce.
No, really.
What else do I have to do?
Hmm.
Okay.
Not bad.
Don't lie. I'm terrible.
You just gotta loosen up.
Come on. Move those hips.
Turn.
Like this?
Yeah, but to the beat, white boy.
Like this?
Yeah. Something like that.
Right on time.
- Ah. - And you look great.
Thank you.
A-anything I can do before the guests arrive?
Actually, there is.
What's going on?
I'm gonna let your date explain.
My date?
He's waiting for you.
Hey, D.
Frank.
Oh, my God. What...
How did you--
I have some connections with the brass back home, you know.
Oh, this is amazing.
Well, I wasn't about to let another anniversary go by
without being with you, one way or another.
Ohh.
Here's to us, D.
Happy anniversary.
Ohh.
I had a really great time tonight.
Me, too.
Thanks for understanding about the restaurant.
Oh, are you kidding?
I'm off restaurants.
From now on, it's strictly food trucks
and salsa dancing for me.
I'm serious.
I think this is the most fun I've ever had on a date.
And I don't want to ruin it by, uh,
talking about going out again or anything,
but I'd really like to see you.
And I don't know if you have a rule about...
kissing on the first date or anything, but I--
I guess that's a "no."
Oh, my goodness.
Holly, what are you doing up?
I-I was hungry.
Uh, holly, this is Pat. Pat, Holly.
Hi.
Okay, then.
Where were we?
Hurry up, Truman. Guard duty in five mikes.
Almost done.
I can't believe you're writing another letter.
Holly and I promised
we'd write each other every day.
What can you find to write about
every single day?
All kinds of things, man. Haven't you ever been in love?
Hurry it up, huh?
Done.
Morning.
I didn't want to wake you.
Mm.
Really?
Hello.
Yes, sir.
Roger that, sir. I'll be there.
I have to report in.
I-I'll call you?
Yeah. Sure.
Mm.
Bye.
Morning.
M-morning.
Bye.
Good morning.
I guess so.
So he's your boyfriend now?
What?
No. No, no.
We just met. I want to take it slow.
That was slow?
So how did you leave things
with Caroline and the phone bill?
Eddie talked to her.
He's gonna pay for it this time,
but if it happens again--
Mm-hmm. Daddy's girl wins again.
She has got him wrapped around her little finger.
It's a 2-front war, Latasha.
First I've gotta neutralize Eddie,
then I can turn my guns on Caroline.
I get it.
So... what do you think of my muffins?
Um...
did you use salted butter or unsalted?
Does it matter?
A little, yeah.
Oh, God. What does she want?
Morning, Colonel.
Good morning.
I'm glad to find you both here.
Coffee, ma'am?
Oh, no, thank you.
I'm here to, uh...
look, I, um...
overreacted at the Provost Marshal's office,
and I wanted to apologize.
I was upset with my son
and I took it out on you.
It was wrong of me, and I'm really sorry.
- Apology accepted. - Thank you.
And, ma'am, we'll try to keep a closer eye on the boys.
Well, if it's possible.
As I was recently reminded,
you can't hover over your kids all day long.
You know, our boys are really enjoying being together,
and I don't want to get in the way of that friendship.
That's terrific, ma'am.
Tanner will be thrilled to play with David again
once he's through being grounded.
Same goes for Deuce.
You sure we can't persuade you to join us?
Maggie's made some very... unusual muffins.
Oh, I-I can't. I've-- I've gotta go.
All right. Some other time then.
Thanks for dropping by.
So nice to see Colonel Joan again.
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
But the market was out of peaches,
so I had to try three other places
before I could find good ones.
No biggie. Lunch isn't for a while.
I'll get these in the fridge.
Holly, listen...
You-- you can put the pies down.
Last night, that was unusual for me.
I don't want you thinking
I'll be bringing guys home all the time.
I'm not like that.
Oh, I know you're not.
Okay. Good.
You must really like him, huh?
Yeah.
So what's his name?
His last name, I mean.
I don't know.
I don't even know where he lives
or what his rank is.
Here I tell myself to take it slow,
then I jump a total stranger on our first date.
It's okay.
No, it's not.
You like him, and he likes you.
I could tell.
Yeah, it's not that simple.
Why not?
It just never is, that's all.
If it's meant to be, it'll be, right?
Right.
Well, good morning, Patrick.
So nice to see you.
Sorry. I was out with a friend.
All night?
Mom.
You know, a phone call would've been nice.
Did you get my text? I was worried.
You're right.
So who's your friend?
We need to talk about something else.
What is it? What's wrong?
You know how the 32nd
lost a lieutenant in Afghanistan the other day?
Yes.
They need a replacement.
How soon?
I deploy tomorrow.
Oh, Patrick.
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