“How things have transformed in three years, from a homeless vet to a married family man again!”
Now, that sounds like a story worth hearing!
Weeeeeelll, the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version is:
After the meltdown and divorce, I found myself stranded in Dayton, OH, at the VAMC there - lived in the domicilary then the VOA building for nearly three years. I grew a beard, because I couldn’t stand to look at the face in the mirror...
When Pop died (Freeper “Skyraider”), Demented Sis proposed that I move down to FL and live with her and her buds until I got back onto a semblance of my feet.
So, I started dating, and lo and behold, there was Bride of Old Sarge, waiting for me. We went from “how-do-you-do” to “I-take-thee-as-my wife” in eight months.
Just. Damn!