You are almost jealous of the guys who got to stay in the war when you walk through the trailer park. You realize you really have no where to go and wonder why you came back to this place.
You sit on a stump in the grassy center of the park and start to play music on your guitar. The ringing in your ears makes it hard to tune your guitar and you are badly out of tune.
"Shut the hell up, faggot" an old lady screams from her trailer.