Immediately upon my return to the US after a year long deployment, I noticed right away that it was super quite back home. Back on base, back in my home town and especially at night in my bed. There were no longer helicopters and jets taking off every 20 mins that washed out all sound for a minute as they passed over. There was no popcorn cooking off in the blackened horizons at night. There was no commotion, no diesel exhaust fumes in the air or the roar of running engines. There was no alarms going off for rocket attacks, no medics calling for blood donors for the wounded. It was just tranquility. It was nice for the first 3 days but it didn't go away after 2 weeks, or 6 months, or a year, or two. It just went on forever, This boredom. Peace is fucking boring.