“Gay marriage and gays in the military? That’s what you guys have come up with?” Lamar asked me at one point, incredulous, disheartened. “Your generation wants to fit in,” she charged (not, I felt, unfairly). “I want to be just like you—that’s your deal. That’s the last thing I want.” She shook her head. “We didn’t sit around looking at our phone or looking at our computer or looking at the television. We didn’t sit around looking at screens. We didn’t wait for a screen to give us a signal to do something: We were off doing whatever we wanted.”