When I think of wars I don’t think of parades or conquests, victories or defeats. I think of scared young boys in foxholes, firing lines, and foreign mounds of earth. I think of sad mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, and sweethearts. I think of the children left behind and those who were never born. I hope wars end. I think human beings aren’t born with the claws of a bear or teeth of a shark for a reason. I think we were given advanced brain function with the burden of using it. So here’s to peace and to all the sons and daughters who never made it back home. And here’s to David, for giving this thing a shot. Here’s to Aileen, Phoebe, Linda, Kylie, Amy, and the rest of Blue Rider and Penguin for all the tireless work on this. A special thanks to William for giving me a chance and for all the advice and hard work. Thanks to my teachers and family and friends—both old and new—for all the lessons and smiles and beers and love. Thanks to everyone who never gave up and never will. Thank you.