American Sniper - Boekje Pienter

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Depending on the deployment and what I’d been through, I also
had emotions ranging from sadness to anxiety to anger.
When he came back after this deployment, I felt almost shy.
I was a new mother and had been doing things on my own for
months. We were both changing and growing in totally separate
worlds. He had no firsthand knowledge of mine and I had
no firsthand knowledge of his.
I also felt bad for Chris. He was wondering what was
wrong. There was distance between us that neither one of us
could really fix, or even talk about.
BREAKING AND ENTERING
We had a long break from war, but we were busy the whole time, retraining
and, in some cases, learning new skills. I went to a school run
by FBI agents and CIA and NSA officers. They taught me how to do
things like pick locks and steal cars. I loved it. The fact that it was in
New Orleans didn’t hurt, either.
Learning how to blend in and go undercover, I cultivated my inner
jazz musician and grew a goatee. Lock-picking was a revelation. We
worked on a variety of locks, and by the end of the class I don’t think
there was a lock that could have kept me or anyone else in our class at
bay. Stealing cars was a little harder, but I got pretty good at that, too.
We were trained to wear cameras and eavesdropping devices
without getting caught. To prove that we could, we had to get the
devices into a strip club and return with (video) evidence that we’d
been there.
The sacrifices you make for your country . . .