I relate a lot to Richard Harrow. I've never been in the military, but I've certainly waged war against myself (borderline personality disorder) for the last twenty years. And I lived with being quite obviously facially disfigured for about seven of them before having it reconstructed (I wore black face masks before they were cool 😎). And I've done really, really terrible things, and I've been trying so hard to be better. So to see someone I relate so strongly to actually become better, to even have a wife and family, and then die because he was too good of a person to properly murder his target anymore...that wrecked me. He was so close. This was his one chance at a semi-normal life. I had my chance too, and I blew it too.

Seeing him go back to Wisconsin, and everything is so lush and green and his family is just waiting for him on the front porch, and then the camera turns back to him and his face is whole again. I'm on my fourth watch-through of the series and I seriously wish I had just skipped the scene this time because god it just destroys me. I really don't want to end up like him. Ruined.