Ms. Watkins, Qualified Queer, that is an LMFAO moment I seldom get. I had a wonderful wife in the seventies, and she had a twin sister that was very special, and as the twin and I had something going, and it wasn’t sex. Where do I begin? First she was smart, second, she liked the ladies, and third she used blunt force emotional ammunition, she was like me, fearless, and as I watched her deal with her lady friends, it assisted my coping choices as I was dealing with severe PTSD problems from the war. Her first companion was bisexual and married a man. The second partner was unfaithful and laid waste to a broken heart, and I was supportive of those painful issues. I loved her sister, and we stayed together for ten years through tough times as I was slowly falling apart. Ten years after the divorce, I was visiting my lady friend in a backwater hospital on the Oregon coast, and guess what, there is the twin and I met again as she worked as a med-tech at the hospital. Several years passed, and the twin gave me a call to come and visit as she had a surprise. My ex and her ten-year-old daughter were flying up from Florida, and I was grateful for the opportunity. We had a great time together, and her young daughter did not know I was her mother's first love and stayed wonderfully glued to my side for the whole evening. My ex and I did not have children and this little girl was so happy with her mother, it was heartwarming. I did take the opportunity to apologize for being an ass but at the same time I was glad we split as my PTSD had me spinning. Now a word on a warmongers spiritual journey. As a door gunner in Vietnam, I killed dozens and to this day that experience sickens me as those soldiers were following their orders just as I. for a year I shot thousands of bullets into dense tree-covered ground on the Cambodian/Vietnam border I killed innocent life. My citations for Valor did find usefulness as a lout father constantly insulted my every move and when a four-star General pinned my purple heart on my hospital shirt, papa was green with envy. Fathers were supposed to be proud. What happened. Now, next up I had to experience Lymphoma, that's was easy with my experience. After sixteen years some things happen I wish didn’t happen, things like monthly bits of unconsciousness, I find those difficult. Now my belief in God stuff, my memoir is a doozy, in six months a draft will come for those that wait.