So you think about Brendan, you think about all these soldiers having an experience like that, a bond like that, in a small group, where they loved 20 other people in some ways more than they loved themselves, you think about how good that would feel, imagine it, and they are blessed with that experience for a year, and then they come home, and they are just back in society like the rest of us are, not knowing who they can count on, not knowing who loves them, who they can love, not knowing exactly what anyone they know would do for them if it came down to it.
Pra mendoni per Brendan, mendoni per te gjithe keta ushtare qe kane nje pervoje te tille, nje lidhje te tille, ne grupe te vogla, ku ata donin 20 njerez te tjere me shume mundesi me shume sesa donin vetveten e tyre, mendoni se sa mire do te ndihej c'do kush, imagjinojeni, dhe ata jane te bekuar me nje pervoje te ketille per nje vit, dhe pastaj ata kthehen ne shtepi, dhe i bashkohen shoqerise sikur te gjithe ne, duke mos ditur se te kush mund te kene besim te plote, duke mos ditur se kush i do, ke mund ta duan, duke mos e ditur saktesisht se dikush qe ata njohin do te bente gjithcka per ta.