CHAPTER FOURJune 18, 2004
The drive home from Parris Island to the tiny town of Gloucester, North Carolina, was a little over eight hours. During the drive Briggs realized that to his family and friends, he was Scott, the boy who grew up on the Outer Banks and loved fishing and being on the water. For everyone who knew him as a Marine, he was Briggs. He felt like a man with two identities, two lives—and he was okay with that. In fact, the two identities fit him well.
Scott was glad to be going home after the rigors of boot camp. Gloucester was just a little stretch of sand held together by pine trees, live oak roots, and sea oats perched atop a clay bed. It had defied hurricanes and brought forth generations of good folk who made their living from the marshes and shallows behind the prot
