Elisha's own stance sharpened, because no matter how long it had been - you didn't forget the look of a Navy boy who thought he was better than the infantry. It was particularly harsh, he thought, coming from your own son.

It was what made his laugh so hard and brittle. "You don't have the patience for it?" He said. "Right. Let me know when you actually had an ounce of fucking patience for any of us, Uriah. Because I sure as hell don't remember a time when you did."