"Sometimes I miss the way he was. I think he knows that," Jim admitted. "And I know it's selfish, and I'm workin' on it, because no way in hell do I want him to go back. I want him healthy." But then he exhaled and rubbed at his face with his ungloved hand. "He doesn't say much about it, though. And I dunno if he had much chance to adjust. He went into the USO, then decided to walk into enemy territory to try to save me. I don't doubt for half a second it was weird. An' I wonder if he's ever talked to anybody about it. Or if they'd understand."