TK (Michael Peña) loves to work a crowd. As Teddy Roosevelt's son famously said of his father, he wants to be the bride at every wedding and the corpse at every funeral. Actually, TK just wants to tell you about his remarkable experiences as the bride and the corpse, in his easygoing, no-really, I'm-not-BS'ing-you style. He's just holding forth on the extreme gratitude with which his girlfriend responds to his almost mystical knowledge of how to touch a woman, and is verging into the subject of multiple women, when the roadside IED hits.
No one is killed, though TK's weapon catches some shrapnel, rendering it useless and possibly saving his life. Then one of his buddies notices the slowly expanding patch of blood near the crotch of his fatigues, and the possibility suggests itself that the shrapnel-damaged weapon may be symbolic foreshadowing. Yes: TK has lost his mojo, in more ways than one, at least for the time being. Good luck getting him to talk now.
Colee (Rachel McAdams) lugs a fine guitar around with her, but she doesn't play it. She's more comfortable with her weapon in her hands, almost unsettlingly so, considering the frequency with which she thinks about having her weapon when she doesn't: sometimes wishing she did, sometimes glad she doesn't. The latter is probably the more sensible reaction.
Like TK, Colee has 30 days' leave due to an injury, though she isn't concerned about that; she was only shot in the leg. What matters is the guitar, which is not her instrument, but her mission: She's determined to return it to the family of its late owner, a fellow soldier who was also her boyfriend. The story behind the guitar is almost as incredible as TK's whoppers, the difference being that Colee believes her story ...1