Lurching back and forth, Billy and I attempted to pick up the pieces of our life that had been shattered almost beyond recognition after the roadside bombing. It wasn't a smooth progression from bad to tolerable, but the two of us continually trying to smash a round peg into a square hole, angrily insisting, it will work! It wasn't, but we refused to quit nonetheless.
     On the surface of things, after a few months, our relationship began to resume some measure of normalcy. We had get-together's with family and friends, went out on occasion for dinner or a night at the bar, made plans for new construction around the house, and started talking about our future. Billy took up driving again and was eventually able to navigate the roads without freaking out over ev...

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