I still remember the way my smile stretched for Mark when he got that scholarship, the one to State for track. I cheered so loud my throat hurt, but mostly because I was gritting my teeth trying not to scream, "I ran twice as many miles, motherfucker!" It’s funny, the things you do to keep up appearances, even back then. Now it’s just another faded memory, another dusty box in the attic of my mind, alongside Basic Training and that one bad deployment—just another thing I probably should feel more about than I do. But what’s done is done, right? It just…is.