Golden Hour

Joanne, an Army officer who diffuses bombs, comes home to Georgia for Christmas and invites her high school sweetheart to meet in their football stadium for some unwelcome news.

A friend of mine said, "This is a very expensive play," because of how much it cost me to write it. I've watched so many men and women I grew up with affected by the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Some of them are fine. Many of them aren't.

While writing this play, I realized that whether we've served in the military or not, all of us are coping with a troubled relationship with time and memory. PTSD is simply a heightened state of what we all experience growing older and trying to make some sense of life, some feeling of continuity. There also isn't a person in the world who doesn't look back at a past love and wonder, "What if...?" This is a play about that wonder and reconciling our pasts with where we've ended up.

Characters

1 women, 1 man

Setting

Football bleachers in rural Georgia

History

April 2016 - Roundtable at the Lark Play Development Center

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I don’t want a small life. I want a simple one. It’s not complicated over there like it is here. It’s kill or be killed, and I miss it. You get up in the morning and load your pockets with ammo and feel like the baddest motherfucker in the world. What could I possibly do to feel like that here?