So anyway, back in the day the soldier was already a soldier, but he was the nerdy, engineer, scientist type. And this is very different from a soldier who spends 20 years in Special Forces, going on every mission he possibly can. It’s very different from a soldier who volunteers, not only to spend more time in the field than required, and to go on the worst possible missions that no one wants to go on again and again and again.

And he wanted… actually; he needed me to see evidence of this. Because although he knows I love him, what he knows is that I love the old him from years ago. I love him as a man who gave me a kick, with his guitar, his motorcycle, his drive and his dream. But does this translate? Does it travel? He had no idea.

I had no idea either. I mean, love is love. I love him and that’s an absolute. But how would I feel watching him as a soldier? As this other kind of soldier, I mean. Would I look at him and say, “Oh my God!” He wondered.

And here’s the thing. I can’t lie! I can’t lie, because I can’t lie. But I also can’t lie because it would be a horrendous thing to do to him. He trusts me! And one of the things he trusts me to do is tell him the truth.

So maybe you can see why it took him four years to send this box. Because hey! Why take a chance?

And maybe you can see why it took me six weeks to hit that last cd. Because once I saw it, I was going to have to say something. And whatever it was, it was going to have to be real.

Does this sound like something you rush into? Much better to turn off the lights and lie on the couch.

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Do people trust you to be honest with them? Alternately is there a person in your life who you know will tell you the truth?