Originally Posted by AWOL

Yeahgr8, you said it exactly. When I look back, it seems I'm looking at another person... this clumsy alien failing to negotiate the straight line between intention and accomplishment; a caricature of an accomplished being; a veteran of injuries sustained in the cold war between bravery and the bottle. why did i stop? i made peace with the enemy. i said, "i'm not fighting you anymore. i'm letting you go." i turned and walked away. but there was something helping me. i didn't want to die in that trench.