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…