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The point of life in which I have arrived is that point of weariness. It is somewhat overwhelming but defendable by regular exercise and a good diet. I know, who cares? Well, possibly those who want to get to my age. I know that this world is less than optimal but it is still a nice place to be if you set aside politics; national and international.

When I returned home from combat in early 1972 I was a changed person at twenty-four years of age. I had been a part of killing and a part of spying due to my job in the Navy. I don’t say this blithely, I say this matter of factly. You go to war you’re going to take lives and it is as simple as that. Better them than me is the attiude one needs to possess to function in a form of normality while dispatching other human beings to the Netherworld of Nothingness.

When I say I am weary I speak of the mental state I have fought against all these decades. My wife and I raised three children all of which are doing great and not a lot of thanks to me. I suffered PTSD before it had a name applied to this malady. I drank to put it down and eventually stopped drinking because I had done my best to continue that war in my head. I hate to say that it was more comfortable in that state of mind but reality is reality. I have since apologized for my thickness and my apologies have been accepted which is the greatest relief available to mankind: forgiveness.

I write this now to allow others to hear of a different viewpoint and to do that I have to be honest about the author without spilling all the beans, just hose pertinent beans and my past is a part of this. A different viewpoint is that of knowing reality first hand and the major part of reality is death. This is also the part of reality that most try desperately to avoid speaking or thinking of. It is always there and it is always capable of spoiling the party. I know this only too well.

So, as I go, it behooves you to know that I am a serious person who considers history when I speak of mankind and its penchant to lower misery on others at every turn. It’s always been this way and always will be this way until . . .

Untill God moves to fix what the devil has saddled us with. It started in the Garden and has continued ever since. I read the Bible and have for many years. At first I read it to see what it was and then I learned from it that it was factual but you had to understand the connections before dismissing it as myth. It is a monumental task to begin to understand that book though on its face it is an easy read. It is the connections, the context, that one must master. Complexity is what that book is and it is nothing like disbelievers portray it.

Now you know enough about me to figure out if you want to read what I place here. I come from trials bigger or smaller than yours but took from those no enmity toward my fellow man. I just know that all of us are imperfect and subject to evil influence. That evil which the Bible portrays truly instead of in Cinemascope on the silver screen.