"Every person in my family's joined the army at some point," Jeremy told me, tracing his fingers over the dogchains around his neck. "My dad's a ground soldier. My older siblings went to the navy. I don't know what I'll do." I reached out and held his hand, the one resting on his bed. Our eyes met, and I spoke with all the seriousness I could muster. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."