By Rebekah Curtis | May 25, 2018
In the summer of 1998, a teenybopper friend and I went to see some big deal war movie. Afterwards, we walked back to her car with our minds full of weeping men and piles of guts. “Did you like that?” she asked. I said, “Are we supposed to?” This is how I imagine a pair of staff sergeants might feel walking out of Tully.