I was lucky to work on a project with Jordan Kelley, a veteran of the Iraq war. Jordan was very open about his experience with war and what it was like to have all those experiences in his head. For the better part of a year, every Wednesday afternoon after work, Jordan wove some achingly sad and beautiful stories of his Dickensian childhood, the desert, and the redemption of real bravery. I still carry with me the mental visage of Jordan, now a short timer, lying in his COMV, mapping out his journey home. Not ready to fit back into his old life, Jordan chose to drive to Alaska, getting a 6 month gig as a Park Ranger.