“Well I am his legacy,” I explained the soldier regarding my father. “I inherit his energy whether I like it or not. It is no different than you and your son. Your son is your legacy… doesn’t matter if he wants it that way because it is that way. See him on that video and whose grin is that?” I asked.

“My grin.”

“Right. And regardless who my father is or what he’s done, I look just like him. I have his hair and the guy had charisma you know. He had no shortage of charisma so I can thank him for mine. And because I am his legacy, the older and weaker he becomes the stronger I become. I believe this. His energy is passing to me.”

“Uh huh?”

“Yep. And he had or has all kinds of energy. Good God, he oozes the stuff so what’s that mean? It means lucky me. It means that he dies and I get all that energy. And it means that since the energy is mine, I can do whatever I damn please with it. And what I do with his energy may or may not resemble what he did with his energy. In this case, I have obviously taken a different path so it’s not open to question but you get the idea what I am saying. This is how I think this all works, it is what I believe is true.”

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