She laughed arriving back at my apartment as it wasn't exactly filled with furniture. I'd only moved in a couple of weeks before leaving for Afghanistan so I was lacking a few things. Still, there was a bed, a couch, a TV, and a few things in the kitchen, though after dumping our things, I took her out for dinner instead. She didn't ask me too much questions about Afghanistan, not that I would have been bothered answering. I could tell her honestly that I simply hadn't shot at anyone. It had been more about keeping the peace than shooting 'bad guys'. I focused on her and what she was...