I never saw war coming. Not 9/11, not the conflicts overseas, and certainly not the war that would begin in our own home when we transitioned out of the SEAL teams. The “war after the war” first began between Marcus and me. We were in regular opposition: confused, misinformed—passionate, but misaligned. I was great at shame, guilt, and threats, not realizing that no one wanted to change more than Marcus himself. He was great at lashing out and checking out,... Continue Reading