Four years later, here we still stand and fight, cycling back to America across the jet stream, across the ocean, to heal, to re-supply, and then we return to the desert. Four years and some of us have been here two or three times. We are doing a good job, but it’s hard work. Four years and here we lie at night, under these particular constellations, thinking about home. How could we not?
Four Years Later (Capt. Lee Kelley, in the Sandbox)