Okay, maybe we don't all have the urge to watch war movies and read books about statecraft and strategy. I fully recognize that as a 33 year old millennial woman, this may be considered…odd. But if you, too, watched Band of Brothers as much as I have, you may understand the fascination with paratroopers descending through a smoke-filled French sky. Or the admiration for the camaraderie depicted in the HBO miniseries. These guys saved each other's asses as they all attempted to save Europe. For…

Once a year, or perhaps even more than once, I get the urge. It's an ache, really. A yearning for a place I have not been, and the camaraderie of men I have never really known. Men whose bravery would put most people's heroes to shame. Men that, if you can believe it, after they hooked up with I Company, came back. No, I'm not talking about the Fellowship of the Ring. I'm talking about the admirable, vulnerable, sensitive, and handsome men of Band of Brothers, which is quite possibly the best W…