We all wear a mask of some kind: a cowl, a husband, wife, denial, anger. We all need our shield to protect us from the world.
You know it can be hard? You run around this city in a pair of little boy’s pajamas and a mask. You go home at night, right? Take that mask off, maybe you think… it wasn’t you who did those things, maybe it was somebody else. Well, see, soldiers… we don’t wear masks, yeah? We don’t get that privilege.