Since Dec 1, 2000
Retired software engineer
Ex DC Cop
Vietnam Vet - FMF Corpsman M/3/3 66-67
Don't you guess that the things we're seeing now will haunt us through all the years;
Heaven and hell rolled into one, glory and blood and tears;
Life's pattern picked with a scarlet thread, where once we wove with a grey
To remind us all how we played our part in the shock of an epic day?
We'll breathe free air and we'll bivouac under the starry sky;
We'll march with men and we'll fight with men, and we'll see men laugh and die;
We'll know such joy as we never dreamed; we'll fathom the deeps of pain;
But the hardest bit of it all will be - when we come back home again.
From Rhymes of a Red Cross Man by Robert W. Service
I wouldn't worry about it none, though. They're dreams, and dreams are only in your head.