They were the misfits and rabblerousers -- a small group of Army National Guardsmen from Tennessee who'd been detached from their home unit and sent into Iraq's Triangle of Death.
For as long as any of them could remember, one weekend a month and two weeks each summer was all it took to serve their country from the comforts of home.
But in the aftermath of September 11, 2001, the active Army was spread too thin. Uncle Sam called them into the game, transforming neighbors, co-workers and childhood friends into brothers in arms.
Deployed to one of the most hostile regions in Iraq to fight a faceless enemy, their most important mission was to make it home alive -- until one day in August changed everything.