Forgetting isn't the same as moving on.

Will starts to laugh the second he and Johnny get out of Tunny's house, a result of nervousness and the look on Eric's face when he saw them standing in the doorway. He can barely breathe, he's bent over laughing so hard. He looks over to Johnny to ask him if he saw the way Eric's eyes sort of popped out of his head and how Tunny seemed to enjoy the whole thing, fucking exhibitionist. Johnny is scowling and viciously kicking rocks down the street.

Brad has had a date written on a scrap of paper in his wallet for over a year and it's a date that he intends to keep. A journey myth of sorts – Brad sets out across America, pausing at various points across the way. What he can never really know is this: that he is not the first man who came home from the war to make this kind of journey. His path criss-crosses with those of three other men; Joe Liebgott who doesn't know where he's going, Tunny Clarke who doesn't really know who he is and Robert Leckie, who's struggling with what he needs to leave behind. It's a much a story about America as anything – a story about distance and how you live with it...a story about what it's like to come home and find a country that big waiting to be crossed. And nothing ever really changes.

This is definitely the first time they’ve woken up together naked. Almost definitely the first time they’ve woken up together naked. Definitely the first time they’ve woken up together naked sober. Naked, sober and together, if they’re together now, that is