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Attention!

As you were.

Ma'am.

Long hop to Landstuhl.

No.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Not a lot of Marines on Landstuhl.

My...

Marine lieutenant son is there.

SEALS pulled him out
of a cave in Pakistan.

Four hours
after the rescue chopper landed,

he was on a flight to Germany.

Is he all right, ma'am?

CACO officers say

that he's dehydrated.

So that's great.

Couple of bags of fluid
and he's on his way home.

That was 15 hours ago.
I haven't heard from Adam,

and I can't get his doctor on the phone.

Uh, 15 hours?

That's not normal, is it?

Uh, I'm a nurse there.

As soon as a soldier stabilizes,

a social worker puts a phone in
his hand and says, "Call home."

The hospital's the size of a small city.

Busy as hell.

If they said your son's dehydrated,

I bet that's all it is.

Colonel Turnbull is unavailable.

I understand she's unavailable.

I don't need her to be available.

I just need to go into her office and get

the charger she borrowed
before my phone dies.

Lieutenant, if Colonel
Turnbull's not available,

how is she going to let you
into her office?

Is there anyone else around here
up to that job?

Belay that request, Lieutenant Li.

Eyes on me, Marines. I've got sitrep!

Colonel Turnbull has a family situation.

I am acting jack; you'll report
to me until it's resolved.

As you've all noticed,
we've lost our warrant officer

to a transfer.

Fortunately, the colonel's adjutant

has volunteered to assume Rami's duties

- until we have a replacement.
- I-I did?

Rami Ahmadi is the heart
and soul of this office.

He has kept us all in bullets,
beans and Band-Aids,

but I am confident
Glen-One-N will step up.

As you were.

Lieutenant Li, you're with me.

Lieutenant Eick asked everyone

to stop calling him "Glen-One-N".

Colonel Turnbull's first name
is Glenn, with two Ns.

Her adjutant's Glen, one N.

How else are we supposed
to tell them apart?

By using their last names?

No, can't do it.

Lieutenant Eick is "Glen-One-N."

It captures the man, right down
to his desiccated soul.

- Call you back.
- You heard my report?

The gist. You're acting jack.

You're acting jack. Glen-One-N
continues to malinger.

Better men than you have tried
to make that accusation stick.

Lieutenant Eick has chronic pain.

On the days he remembers
to wear that collar.

Who is this handsome fella,
and why do I get the feeling

he's about to become part of my life?

That's Lieutenant Zephyr
Tarkanian. "Tark."

He saved his unit from a sniper in Syria,

and is currently up for
the Medal of Honor.

So, good for Tark. He'll never
pay for another beer again.

No, but he might spend
the next 20 years in the brig.

Lieutenant Tarkanian's unit

rotated out of Syria six months ago.

But he never reported
for the flight home.

The theory was he'd been captured.

Two days ago, Marine Raiders
got into a mix-up

with a Turkish-backed rebel
militia outside Idlib.

The Syrian rebels are on our side.

What's left of them.
But Syria's a goat rope.

It's hard to keep track of who's who.

Our guys captured one of the rebels

and pulled off his balaclava.

Care to guess who they found under there?

- Zephyr "Tark" Tarkanian?
- Mm.

As far as we can tell, he took
a six-month UA vacation

to fight for the armed
services of another country

while still a commissioned officer.

Tarkanian just landed in Quantico.

He'll be charged with
ARTICLE 85: Desertion.

You two will be handling the prosecution.

Who's on defense?

Captain Dobbins is senior defense counsel

while I fill in for the colonel,

but my guess is Maya puts
her favorite lawyer on it.

Meaning she's taking it herself?

Relax. We're not going to Syria.

I didn't say we were.

In your mind you did.

You're thinking, "My fiancé is in town,

this is no time for a jaunt overseas."

The word "jaunt" has never
appeared in my thoughts,

and I don't know what
it's doing in yours.

And this is a desertion case.

It's going away.

Read Tarkanian's OQR. He's a hero.

The commandant himself weighed
in on his MOH recommendation.

And even after he abandoned his unit,

Tark fought for our allies.

Get up to speed.

Captain Dobbins, you're representing

Lieutenant Zephyr Tarkanian.

How did you guess?

I secured him cammies,
got him cleaned up a bit.

What do you make of the case?

Tark's record is obviously outstanding.

He eats hand grenades for breakfast.

But I won't really know
until I hear his story.

He's waiting in the conference room.

Sit in, see what we're working with?

I'm acting jack...

Which means you can't
work defense. Got it.

I'm looking for advice, not a co-counsel.

Okay.

They let you keep your tablet?

I borrowed it from one
of your Marines, ma'am.

He heard about what I did.
He thinks I'm a hero.

I'm Captain Dobbins. I'm your attorney.

Major Ferry is observing as acting CO.

I drafted an opening statement.

Does it describe what you've been up to

for the last six months?

Okay, first of all,

the Syrian red lines
imposed by the U.S. and the U.N.

were kid's swipes of pink chalk
on a sidewalk.

When I was a grunt L-T,

nobody wanted my opinion
of the Sunni Awakening.

I saw it all so clearly.

A century of greed-fueled lies
from the West,

Egypt, Iraq, Libya,

Saudi Arabia... It made sense.

We've all read the sheet music.

Why'd you leave your unit?

We were the only thing that stood between

the village of Elmaleh
and complete annihilation.

My commanders weighed that on
some scale they kept hidden

in the officers' club,
and decided to abandon the city

wholesale to rape,

murder and, I don't know,

who knows, maybe even a chemical attack.

I chose to stand by
our company's mission.

A lieutenant decides for himself
what the company's mission is.

If that isn't 2019 in a nutshell.

I operated in theater for six months.

I built relationships.

That place was going to be wiped out.

You had Intel.
Did you bring it to your CO?

The travel manifests were set.

He told me to get on the freedom bird.

Some of us are built to fight.

We're on your side, Lieutenant.

Can you tell me where

my Medal of Honor
recommendation is in process?

We're tracking it.

Ma'am.

You worried, Lieutenant?

No.

I took a moral stand

from inside a morass
of incivility, death,

and destruction,
while others did nothing.

I stood tall for the humanity
and integrity of all men.

Defense clients are like family.
You rarely get to choose.

I didn't say that I won'tdo it.

I-I just need, like, three
months to get back in shape.

Well, everything looks

pretty squared away
from where I'm standing.

Well, thanks.

Uh, you mind? It's my acting CO.

I gotta do bedtime anyway.

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I don't think I sat for more
than 20 minutes today.

Takes its toll on your back.

It takes its toll everywhere.

You can't fall asleep here again tonight.

- I know.
- It's the kids.

One of them has a bad dream
and comes in, I...

I get it, Al...

If this turns into...

When we figure out what we are...

if it's actually something,

then I'll-I'll talk to them.

To Danny, really.

Should we figure this out?

Someday.

Soon.

But tonight let's just
call it what we need.

Okay?

Uh...

Danny. Are-are you all right, sweetheart?

I forgot my book down here.

Oh, it-it's a little late for reading.

Go upstairs, okay? I'll be right up.

Okay, Mom.

How long was she...

I don't... I don't know.

- You should probably...
- Yeah, of course. I-I'll go.

Captain Dobbins wants to talk ASAP.

About what? Deal's on the table.

- We have an issue.
- All rise for Judge Holbrook.

Good morning.

A friendly reminder that

I'm one who'll brook
no disorder in my court.

"Who'll brook." Holbrook.

Rapier wit, sir.

I find a new layer
every time I hear that one.

Sit.

We're here for the Article 32
hearing of Lieutenant Tarkanian

on an Article 85 charge:
Desertion During Wartime.

I hear from trial counsel
we might have a deal in...

Well, it appears our young lieutenant

would like to break protocol.

- Judge, sir, permission to speak?
- Enlighten us.

Against the advice of counsel,
I waive my Article 32 rights.

Settle.

I suggest you reconsider.

That will end this hearing
and void your deal.

Trial counsel will use
unsworn reports and interviews.

I followed Dan Daly's dictum:

I chose not to live forever,
but to fight.

Save it for your court-martial.
You'll need it.

I assume you'd like to be replaced by JAs

the accused might listen to?

I prefer to retain my current counsel.

If that's the lieutenant's
preference, I'm game.

Strap in, then.

This'll be fun.

Remember when I said
we're not going to Syria?

Turns out I might have been...

Completely wrong? I noticed.

- Where is Adam?
- I have your information.

I'll call you the second I know more.

Where is my son?!

Ma'am, we have people on this.

Colonel. Nobody's talked to you?

Lieutenant, I've been...
Talked to me about what?

I have a friend who assists in the OR.

They had an Adam "Trumbull"

booked into one of the operating rooms.

- Just give me a moment...
- Wait, wait...

Why was Adam in an operating room?

Your son was scheduled
for a left leg AK amp.

- A what?!
- Above the knee...

amputation.

I know what an AK amp is!

- They told me he was dehydrated.
- I'll find you a surgeon.

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Your son sustained a four-inch cut

on his left thigh when he was captured.

I could have patched it up

in ten minutes.

His captors must have
cleaned the wound for a while,

but I understand they
moved him around quite a bit?

- W-We think so.
- At some point,

they stopped taking care of it.

Adam was septic when he came in.

He developed gas gangrene
around the untreated area.

By the time he got here,
the sores were...

Saving the leg wasn't an option.

Thank you for... helping my son.

I want to see him.

He's stable, but he'll
be out for a while.

He's gonna come around, ma'am.

It's just a question of when.

I don't suppose

I can get you back here for...
let's say 30 minutes?

30? Not super ambitious.

When you're hot to close a negotiation,

come out of the gate
with a realistic proposal.

Now you're negotiating against yourself.

Look at you.

Still feeling frisky?

Yeah, now more than ever.

If I offer

my unconditional surrender,

do you promise to treat me humanely?

Oh, it sucks we don't get the whole week.

No complaints here.

I'll take any amount of Harper
Li that happens to be available.

I love you.

Stay safe, okay?

It'll be fine.

The base is in Turkey.

So stay safe and bring back a rug.

Okay.

Welcome to the edge of chaos.

The Syrian border's
a few klicks that way.

Used to be a beautiful country,
from what I hear.

Not so much these days?

Oh, we just call it "The Bad Place."

I understand you're here about Tark?

Correct. The way Lieutenant
Tarkanian tells it,

he spent his unauthorized absence...

What was the phrase he used, Lieutenant?

"Defying oppression and standing
up for basic human rights."

That's the way I heard it, too.

That's a pretty vague way
to account for your time.

We'd like to drill down on specifics.

Well, talk to anyone you like.

But if you came here to
build a case against Tark,

you're gonna go home disappointed.

My guys think he's the
second coming of Chesty.

We'll interview them just the same.

But we'd really like
to find some of the rebels

Tark fought beside after he deserted.

Allegedly deserted. My client's a hero.

He can be a hero and a deserter.

Any thoughts on where we might start?

Well, the rebels around Idlib
are hard to pin down.

They get supplies
from a Turkish Army unit.

Colonel Kavur's in command.

I can see if he's willing to talk.

Thank you, Captain.

Captain Dobbins and I
will sit down with your men.

Lieutenant Li, stick with Captain Dyer

and see if you can land us a sit-down

with this Turkish colonel.

Got any lira on you?

No, sir. Why?

Bribe money. Softens the landing.

All right. Let me know when you get

a 20.

Thank you, Simms.

That's my staff sergeant.
He's working on finding

- Colonel Kavur's unit.
- Thank you, sir.

I got paperwork. Do you mind if I...?

Of course not. Can I help?

Okay...

Hmm?

No. I can't take this.

Mama sent me a six-pack last week.

Mm.

Tasty. Mama knows her stone fruit.

200 years of prize-winning peach farmers.

Hmm.

You got a family business?

Litigation. My parents sue people.

Interesting. So you graduated
from Michigan? Cal?

You're in the ballpark.

So you graduated

from an unnamed law school,
and then joined the Corps

instead of the family firm, huh?

How'd that go over?

Everyone says the right things.

But do they get it?

Mm, they see it like

I'm backpacking through Europe

after college.

Where'd you go to school?

Well, snobs say New Haven. I say Yale.

But you didn't ride
Metro North to Wall Street

hours after graduation?

Legacy kid. Crap grades.

Sorry.

It's my sergeant.

Colonel Kavur says we can

see his unit in the morning.

One thing: they haven't rotated
back over the border yet.

They're holding down a position in Idlib.

The Bad Place.

Seriously?
You can do the whole investigation

- on base?
- Uh, we'll see what develops,

but, uh, yeah. Looks that way.

That's great.

- I'll tell Danny.
- How is she? Can I talk to her?

Danny, come talk to Uncle Abe.

She can't talk right now.

Can't?

She's still confused, Abe.

Be safe, okay?

You don't mind doing that?

Doing what?

We're driving into a war tomorrow.

There are five countries
fighting in Idlib.

I thought it was six.

Lieutenant Li is asking

if you're comfortable
with the lie you just told.

I don't see the point
in making people worry.

What'd you say to Bard?

The same thing you did. I just
didn't feel good about it.

It gets easier.

I'll sleep in the chow hall.

Who knew our Captain Abraham had

- such delicate sensibilities?
- Ooh.

Good night.

My men understand,
they must answer your questions.

- Thank you, Colonel Kavur.
- Most of my men

are from poor families.
They don't speak English.

My nephew Emek will translate.

Did you ever cross paths with
Lieutenant Tarkanian, Colonel?

Hmm. Well, there were stories.

Rumors of a soldier the men called

"The American Lion," but...

...stories only.

When you resupplied the rebels,
there was no American there?

- He says no.
- I got it.

Can we have the room?

Five hours of variations on a theme.

It's almost like somebody
coached these guys.

Did you see Colonel Kavur's wall?

There were a bunch of empty spaces.

Someone took down the photos
they didn't want us to see.

Or they're having the frames repaired.

Right, because small businesses
are thriving in Idlib.

They're blank spots on a wall.

You don't get to decide what they mean.

This is going nowhere fast.

There's got to be international charities

working in Idlib, right?

Sure. Oxfam's got an outpost across town.

Red Crescent actually
distributes supplies from here.

They're due by later.

Well, we can't get to both by sunset.

Are you comfortable with
divide and conquer, Captain?

I can spare a couple Humvees.

But you got to be
out of the city by nightfall.

I don't want you wandering
into an ambush.

Assuming she's up for a drive,

I'll take Captain Dobbins across town.

Lieutenant, wait here with Captain Dyer.

We'll hook up back at the FOB.

Time's getting short, sir.
We need to move ASAP.

90 minutes of sun left.

My staff sergeant's getting itchy.

No word from the Red Crescent?

No. It's about that time, Lieutenant.

Meet me back at the Hummers
in five mikes.

Where are you going, sir?

Quick recon mission, Simms.

There.

Just saw a tree.
You happy, Staff Sergeant?

I'll be happy once I'm sitting
in front of some hot chow, sir.

There's hardly any trees
left in the cities.

Simms always figured we're as
good as home once he sees one.

Oh. Li.

Found you a few sweet treats.

Save them for Quantico.

Thanks...?

Why are we slowing down, Sergeant?

Vehicles in the road, sir.

What's up, Marines?

We've got Syrian Army up ahead.

They have blindfolded civilians
lined up against a wall, sir.

Damn.

What do you want to do, sir?

Let's halt and have a look-see.

Three-man security at the rear vic.

Grab Talley, Ximinez... RPG!

Move, move, move!

Fire and cover, into the culvert!

Looks like they're
gonna have to reschedule

the mass execution!

Ximinez, where's our Angel of Death?

Sir, I can't get
close air support on comms.

That rifle don't bite, ma'am.

If you fire her, she kisses your
shoulder real sweet and gentle.

Ximinez, drop H.E. on them!

Gonna pop some skulls, sir!

Caveman Eight, Caveman Eight,

this is Tricky Dick. Do you read me?

Ma'am, you're missing high.

Really high.

Follow your tracers!

Caveman Eight, we are under heavy fire.

Cap's down!

Head shot, head shot!

Your show.

You're next up, ma'am.

Chain of command.

Gnarlier beast.

We got bad guys here and here.

We're stuck between that
outbuilding and an ass sandwich.

What do you want to do about it,
Staff Sergeant?

You live here, I flew in
yesterday. Make a proposal.

I suggest we fight
and maneuver to the building.

And enter it?

Hey diddle-diddle, right up
the middle and onto the roof.

Why are we standing here
when we have a plan?

Move, move, move!

I'll pray for us all!

Barricaded from the inside.

So here's our basic dead end scenario.

The baddies are in our
laps in two minutes.

I hope you've brushed up on your
hand-to-hand combat, Lieutenant.

Colonel. You made it.

Lieutenant.

Of course I did.

How much did they take?
I keep forgetting.

Every time I wake up,
I'm outside that cave, running.

Above the knee.

I want back in the battle.

Of course you do.

My gunny still fights.

Metal plate for his skull.

- Five TBIs.
- How's your pain?

The Dilaudid takes it away,

somewhere.

I asked to start PT ASAP,

and see a prosth...

- prosthe...
- Prosthetist.

As opposed to prosthe... tute?

Uh, tomorrow.

Army dogs gave me some lame
Army excuse to make me wait.

First, we'll stabilize your pain,

and then we're gonna
get you back stateside.

My unit's still deployed.

I-I'm not heading home.

I'm going back.

Ma'am. Lieutenant.

I, uh, met

Lieutenant Goodacre on the
hop. He's been helping me.

I heard you like a certain
crunchy peanut butter.

The night nurses ixnayed my request.

I'm your right-now nurse.

Thanks.

When can you get me out of here?

Colonel Turnbull has been

totally sandbagging me.

I need to get back to my men.

I-I got a five month old

in the peds ICU

who did a header out of his mom's arms

onto the concrete floor of a Biergarten.

Thank you, Lieutenant,

for your assistance.

And your perspective.

Adam,

I'm with you.

I'm right here.

Wherever it takes us.

- What do you need, Staff Sergeant?
- The roof.

But the universe only takes,
it never gives.

Build a human ladder up the wall.

Got you.

I love this view.

Bad guys standing around
like turkeys in Granny's backyard.

TV dinner.

Join the party, Lieutenant.

Breathe.

Relax.

Aim.

Stop.

Squeeze.

Lieutenant Li,

you just improvised and adapted
us right out of our coffins.

Thank you, ma'am.

Lieutenant.

Harper.

You good?

- When you're ready to talk...
- Are you gonna offer a deal?

In the Tark case?

Everyone knows he deserted.

The question is,
can we get a panel to convict?

He's a bona fide hero.

We came here to find evidence
to counter that narrative.

We came up empty, so...

This could have gone away days ago.

Instead, three Marines are dead,
all because Tark wants

to stand on a soapbox
and lecture the world.

There's no deal.

Copy that, sir.

I'll get you a rough pass
at an opening statement.

I want you to sit this one out.

Is Staff Sergeant Simms getting time off?

Ximinez, Talley?

They don't need to dress up and sit there

in court like the whole world

didn't just rearrange itself.

Respectfully, sir: I'm a Marine.

I have a job.

If you're concerned about me,
you'll let me do it.

Our opening should be direct.

The facts work for us,
so get them out there

and let them stand.

Leave the verbal bouquets to the defense.

RPG!

Caveman Eight, we are under heavy fire.

Harper.

Harper, your show.

You were going to handle
the cross on Hollingsworth?

Right. Right, sure.

You okay? You haven't said much
since opening statements.

I'm fine, I just got distracted.

You know what? I'll take this one.

Take a beat, Lieutenant.
Just pull your notes, okay?

I don't have all the names
and dates in my head.

Is the government going
to question its witness?

- One second, Your Honor.
- If the government

hasn't bothered to prepare for
this witness, we should move on.

Would you state your name
and rank for the record?

Gunnery Sergeant
Raymond Hollingsworth, sir.

And you served with the defendant,

Lieutenant Zephyr Tarkanian?

Yes, sir.

Is it true that your platoon
held a position

in the town of Elmaleh, Syria,
until the morning of...

I can't find them.

I heard you got massacred today.

Lick 'em tomorrow, though.

- You sure about that?
- Not even remotely.

Harper struggled, huh?

She was fine.

- She struggled, Abe.
- This is what Harper wants.

Well, maybe she's not as ready
to work as she thinks she is.

She'll be fine, Trey. This is what we do.

We put the bad stuff in a box,

and we just keep on going.

A Marine is always gonna want
to get back in the fight.

As to whether or not

that fight is worth it
in the first place,

that's on the people in charge.

You got a bad hand with this case, Abe.

And there's plenty of work for
Lieutenant Li to do around here.

I'd just rather it didn't involve

standing her up in court just yet.

I'll call Maya in the morning.

You going home?

Where else would I go?

I don't know.

Seems that you've been going
to see Alex Hunt lately.

You know, to help out.

I think that might be petering out.

I don't know
if Alex needs my help anymore.

Sorry to hear that.

Abe.

Whatever you had there,

whatever it became,
the people that matter?

We won't judge you.

It was nice to see you happy.

Rami.

I hope it's not too late.

I'm still on some staff
lists. The crew chief

of the hop you took home
from Turkey contacted me.

Apparently you left this on the plane.

I've been looking everywhere
for that. Thank you.

Come on in.

I was just about to go for a run.

I-I didn't know you like, um...

Is that metal?

I guess.

I heard it overseas.

This, uh, staff sergeant

was playing it in the Humvee
right before we got...

You heard what happened.

I'm good. I swear.

Glad to hear it. I'm not surprised.

I mean, I was a step behind
in court today.

And I can't wind down, so...

going for a run at 2100.

We miss you, Rami.

How's the new gig?

It's fine. Good.

Do you...

do you-do you feel different?

They say everything's different

after you're in combat.

I-I always wondered if that's true.

I can't tell.

It was loud.

I was scared at first.

And then it was like...

I was watching myself be scared.

You just do the next thing
you're supposed to do.

You really okay?

If there's anything I can do...

I really think I am.

Bard's coming back
this weekend. We're going away.

Captain!

Lieutenant Li, I thought I
ordered you to stand down.

Just look. Captain Dyer gave this to me

right before that firefight.

He said they were sweet treats.

Are these all pictures of Tarkanian?

Before we left
that Turkish outpost in Idlib,

Captain Dyer split from the
platoon for a few minutes.

He must have gone back

to meet that kid, uh, Emek.

He got his hands
on the photos they took down.

I'm not sure if this
changes anything, Harper.

We already know that Tarkanian
was with the Syrian rebels.

There are dozens of rebel militias, sir.

Look at this.

That is Adnan Elbaz.

He's the commander of
the Messengers of God Brigade.

Elbaz's militia overran
a post office near Idlib

that the Syrian Army
was using as a comms outpost.

According to several eyewitness
reports, they lined up

the soldiers they captured
along the wall of the building

and killed every single one of them.

We withdrew our support

for the Messengers
of God Brigade after that.

We asked the Turks to do the same.

Well, looks like they ignored us.

That building?

That's the post office where it happened.

The militia only held it for a day.

If Lieutenant Tarkanian

posed for that picture...

He fought in a battle
that ended in a massacre.

Tark committed war crimes.

Nice work.

That's why you wanted a recess?

You fought with
the Messengers of God Brigade

on the day they executed

14 Syrian soldiers.

I... Don't say anything.

We're well into Lieutenant
Tarkanian's court-martial.

You'll never get these pictures
into evidence.

- We know that.
- And even if you did,

the photos themselves
are not evidence of any crime.

We're dropping the charges.

- Excuse me?
- You're what?

Well, it's the only play we got left.

You want a public forum to preach
the Gospel according to Tark.

We're not giving it to you.

This is what you did when you deserted.

I doubt you murdered

anyone yourself,
but you helped the militia

overrun that post office.

You thought you could pick
and choose your own missions,

and this is where you wound up.

One day around dusk, Ghouta...

Lieutenant,
you don't need to explain yourself.

Right after a bomb impact,

I found a boy wandering in the street.

He must have been two.

His face was blue,

and my first thought
was toxic inhalation,

maybe ammonia or chlorine.

He started spitting sand.

He was choking on sand.

How do you Heimlich
10,000 tiny obstructions?

I held him by his feet,

I dangled him above my head,

and with my fingers, I removed...

I dug sand out of his mouth
and his throat.

And he lived.

Everything's bad there.

You can't avoid it, float above it.

You just... do good where you can.

That's exactly what
William Dyer was doing.

He died because

you wouldn't make a deal.

A slap on the wrist
and the Medal of Honor

weren't good enough for
you, so three Marines died

on a road outside of Idlib.

All these people gone

just so you could make some point.

Find somewhere else to do it.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't mean to ambush you.

No, it's-it's okay.

I'm making dinner.

We haven't really talked
since I got back.

I don't know if that's how you want it.

This is bigger than just what I want.

I guess I've been trying to figure out

- how to say that.
- I get it.

I have kids.

One of them's still trying to...

get used to the fact that her dad's gone.

I-I can't make that harder for her.

Would it help if I talked to her?

She just needs you to... be here.

She needs jokes.

She needs help with her homework.

She needs...

to know that you'll be around.

That's too much to ask. I know it is.

That's why I've been
ducking this conversation.

Why is it too much to ask?

Because we should have
time to figure this out.

That's-that's not the way it happened.

So I understand

if you... want space.

I don't.

I want dinner.

I got something for you.

It's an invitation to
Lieutenant Tarkanian's

Medal of Honor ceremony.

You and I were each invited,

but Glen-One-N left both on my desk.

Did you RSVP?

Unable to attend.

Good night, Maya.

You'll be at Walter Reed

for at least a couple of days,
but we are gonna get you home

as soon as we can.

Copy that, ma'am.

And they want you to start PT right away.

We're getting you set
up with a prosthetist.

They say he's the best in the country.

Great. I'll return to 2/7 in six months.

Golf Company. Third Herd.

It's, um...

it's gonna be a-a minimum of 12 months

- before the Marine Corps...
- I get it.

Coming around to the way things are.

Lots to figure out.

- Huh?
- We'll get there, L-T.

Mom?

Um... I'm gonna be right back.

Hey.

Hi.

I-I should have told you.

I knew we were going
somewhere dangerous. I lied.

It's okay, all right?
Don't worry about it.

That's a bit formal for a
drive to Loudoun County.

I can't leave this morning.

What's going on?

There's a funeral at Arlington.

I need to go.

I haven't told you much
about what happened in Syria.

Captain Dyer.

He's being buried today.

He died in my lap.