"We land through cloudy weather. Somebody remarks out loud that at Dallas they greet all military personnel with fire trucks and a water cannon salute.

There is no such fanfare in Atlanta.

We disembark the plane and walk into the terminal not knowing what to expect. As I walk out into the crowd of people waiting for their flights its as if I don’t exist. People don’t go out of their way to look at us at all. Those that do peek at me then look away if I happen to see them. There are no greetings."
Chapter: War