So this was an actual exchange from years ago, between my then-roommate and his girlfriend, who pretty much lived with us. I can no longer hear anything of WB Yeats without thinking of this; fortunately I live a life in which I don’t have to encounter that very much.
Anyhow, another run of bad wordplay to show that veterans have normal lives and normal concerns and that life generally isn’t spent obsessing about the experiences of war. They will, however, intrude from time to time.
Oh, and incidentally, the the then-girlfriend eventually went on to become his ex-wife, but that’s an entirely different set of circumstances.