You get a feel for the soldier’s Venus Saturn contact here as well..

“You have an advantage,” the soldier said when we were 80% through our weekend brawl.

“What?”

“All my friends are dead,” he said. ‘Where are my friends, huh?”

I laughed because of the look on his face. “They’re dead,” I said. “Your friends are dead.”

“Hell yes, they’re dead. If Speedy was sitting right here, what would he say?” he asked.

“Well?”

“He’d say, he’s right! He is right! What are you talking about! That’s what he’d tell you. He would say I’m right the way your friends say you’re right.”

I just stared.

He mentioned another friend by name. “Yeah, I miss him. Now he was the only one to ever call me on a holiday when I was in the field. No one ever called me on a holiday during a war in my life besides him,” he said.

“You’re kidding. You mean your wife did not call you?”

“Hell no.”

“Well why not? You mean its Christmas and she’s there with your kid and no call? What was she thinking?”

“I don’t know, P. Too many years.”

“What?”

“No, she never called me on a holiday ever but (name omitted) did and I thought it was awful nice of him. Yep he used to call me on the holidays. I sure appreciated it and I sure wish he wasn’t dead. If he wasn’t dead I would get him over here and have him say I’m right. I’m right about everything, P. I’m right and you’re wrong, just ask my friend here.”

“I’m sorry your friends are dead.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Do you have more than your share of dead friends?