I’m 60 and still pretty fit.
I found out yesterday that friend who had moved away had passed away, he was 52.
We never know when our time is up.
There are worse ways to go than fighting for freedom.
There’s MUCH BETTER WAYS to die too!!!!
Like in one’s sleep when they are old and at peace.
Maybe it’s a southern thing but I want NO GLORY, I don’t have a whole ton of Honor, and I am, to be frank, not much of a gentleman.
But I’ll show up to dance.
And that’s all that matters in the end.
Ciao.