It really is one of those things where there aren't adequate words for, and Sam had to deal with it on a regular basis in his job. However, because he had experienced it himself he understood it on a level that others could not. His fellow vets got that, as did other soldiers and it seemed that held true even for soldiers from other times and places.

"Yeah, seems that way. Military life just wasn't the same after that so I got out," Sam turned the burner off and looked to Nerys. "Sounds like you might know that as well," he observed, treating it as an invitation for her to add more if she wished.

A moment later he holds the tray of finished food up, "Fritters are done. We can take these out for people to pick over and look into having that arm wrestling match, hm?"