Nineteen years old.  Jesus.  Remember when you were 19?  Can you imagine being held captive by an opposing army?  Surrounded by dead comrades?  Her biggest problems should have been where to meet her friends on Friday night and can she save up enough money to buy that car she wants and what’s for supper tonight.  Not “am I going to survive another day?”.  Welcome home, Jessica.  It’s good to see you again.

Now let’s go get some more.