Two weeks after returning from Iraq in 2009, I was sitting in school, opting to use the GI Bill to earn my law degree. There I sat, alongside 23-year-olds who spent the last four years partying, sometimes studying, and going to football games. I spent the last four years of my life as a Marine Infantry officer.
At the end of the first week, one of the professors asked how my first week of law school was. “I like Iraq better, I told her. “There, I got to shoot people I didn’t like…” Of course, I was kidding—mostly.