[ Jared sucks in a breath, setting his jaw a little to keep from responding. He wants to let Sansa finish, but he's heard this all before. Different words; same sentiment. He's had the conversation with his parents. He's had the conversation with Kevin. It never makes him any less bitter about the whole thing. It certainly doesn't help that Jared's never been a proponent of the military and he thinks the current war is stupid. Kevin running off to join them wasn't ever going to work for Jared. ]

He bought the party line that Uncle Sam was feeding everybody. [ He lowers his voice into a mockingly low timbre. ] We have to fight the war on terror, boys.

[ Jared shrugs, then, shaking his head. ]

Doesn't really matter. You did what you had to. He's doing what he thinks he has to. I'm stuck in this shithole anyway, so it especially doesn't matter.