Since Dec 1, 2000
Retired software engineer - asm/C/C++/Delphi
Ex DC Cop
Vietnam Vet - HM2/USN M/3/3 Marines 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.
For constantly complaining to my parents for giving me four sisters and no brothers,
God has rewarded me by giving me four daughters and no sons.