Keagan Farrell needed to breathe. She needed five minutes, five hours, a day, something that wouldn't entail her title as a Marine being repeated in googley-eyed awe and misinformation. Distinctly alone in a room full of people who thought that the call of duty was a video game and PTSD could be fixed with pats on the shoulders and the singing of kumbaya, she'd come to understand that her veneer of calm was beginning to crack. After a tour in Iraq...