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After the party, Andrew came home with a van full of high school friends. They sat in the driveway, their laughter echoing through the quiet, palm-tree-lined suburban neighborhood. Nick Schepis, Andrew's best friend from high school, reminisced about being 16, about old friends, and about the time that Andrew surprised his parents with a visit while on leave from Iraq.
"Whenever Andy comes back, a bit before he arrives, you get a bit nervous," Nick said. "Wondering if everything is going to be like it was or if anything has changed."
Andrew said he was looking forward to some things. Visiting his high school teachers -- and a lot of bars. "Drinking some beers and smoking some cigarettes," he said. "Because that's what we do."
His smile, at last, was full.
Andrea Bruce is a staff photographer for The Washington Post.
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