"Shipmate, mind if I sit with you?"

These are the words I uttered to another woman in a blue (smurf) Navy sweat suit. Her year long tour was done. In a few days she will be going home. Her tour was a tough one, traveling outside the wire (though she can truly say that she has seen this country), interracting with police, taking fire, returning fire, her SUV teetering on a fulcrum that turned out to be an IED (in the distance the triggerman running away because the trip wire disconnected). She's up for O6. "If you ever need anything, I'm at the Pentagon."