Character: John Tyree

Look at the full moon. You ever notice that while the moon is rising, it is very big, but up there already so small...
- It all depends on the angle of view. No matter where the moon is and where is. Just need a hand to raise and squint my eyes any. The moon will always be no more than a finger.

You should know that you're the best dad in the world. Only a perfect father could live with such an asshole as I am.

I sat next to Savannah, listening to the rain and believe that we will always be together.

Our eyes met, and I swear I heard something clicked, like a key turned in the lock. Believe me, I'm not a romantic, never believed in love at first sight and still do not believe, but at that moment I really felt something and could not look away.

Military service make everyone smarter, especially infantryman. You trust equipment that costs a fortune, from much depends on you, and if you screwed up, you'll get a punishment far worse than to go to bed without dinner.

I love you, Savannah, and I will always love - I exhaled. - You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you're my best friend and my lover, and I don't regret one second of our affair. My life is filled with meaning, and more than that, you gave me father. This service, I will never forget. You'll always be part of me, the best part of me. I'm sorry it turned out so and not otherwise, but I have to go, and you shall rise to your husband.

Every marriage has room for only two.

Love should bring joy, peace in the souls and all, and carried all my pain.

Army life dictates its own laws.

The years of separation seemed to have flown with us like chaff, and the past power has come into his own, enveloping us burning heat feel the same.

... but the moon is full tonight, and it returns me to you. No matter where I am and what I do now, my moon will always be the same size as yours... on the other side of the world.

- What are you looking at?
- In terms of? Like what?
- Differently.
- How am I supposed to watch? You're different. Don't know what I'm doing here. What is all this? Do I need to sit to talk and not talk the most important thing?
What do I need to say? What you want to hear?
- Why didn't you call? Why didn't you call? Don't I deserve a normal explanation instead of letters? How could you not call? Not to give a chance to change the situation? I don't deserve this?
Hmm... it happened...
- So? Do you think that I deserve such an attitude? Why?
- I could not...
- Why not? Why? I need an answer!
- Yes, just hearing your voice, I would change the decision! Is this what you wanted to hear, John? Is this why you came to hear?! You think you've got it bad? And to me, how I was here without you? When every new day was like a fucking marathon for survival. Tim was sick. And he needed me. Needed to help. To help him around the house, help Allan. To help in everything. And alone I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't plan it, I didn't think that with me such happens. But it happened! You think I haven't tried? Hundreds of times I picked up the phone and dialed your number! Do you think it's easy for me now to stand here and stuff?! I had no choice!
- I know...

- You talk about repair, how about something romantic.
- Sometimes hard work captivates like music.

Never thought I'd be one of those evenings jamming little red, staring at the void on top of the glass, but here's the thing - become.