Sometimes...

...a stranger has clearer thoughts than those whom are close to you.

...an outsider knows the right words more than a friend.

But only sometimes. And I think this may have been one of those times. I just called to talk to Hillary and her new roommate answered. She is Julie. I ended up talking to Julie about my struggles with thoughts of reenlistment. We talked for over an hour and a half. That was strange. I had only spoken to her a few times before, never for more than two minutes. You might also find it strange then to hear me say that after talking to her, a stranger in my life, I have been left with such a solid good feeling about getting out of The Service.

I won't have much money, but I think I'll be okay. I think I'll be okay.

led in my sleep,
Mungo