• I hurt for my Marines, goodhearted American guys who'd bear these burdens for the rest of their lives. And I mourned for myself. Not in self-pity, but for the kid who'd come to Iraq. He was gone. I did all this in the dark, away from the platoon, because combat command is the loneliest job in the world.

    Nathaniel Fick (2006). “One Bullet Away: The Making of a Marine Officer”, p.243, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt