What's wrong with me?" "Have you got a few hours for a basic list? - Steve Perry

The good old days always seemed better in distant memory than they had actually been at the time.

He understood the phenomenon, of how almost dying made you appreciate what life had to offer. And it was a potent drug, that feeling. Battle was not glorious. But surviving it? That was.

He did not have to have all the answers. Hell, he didn’t have to have any of them. All he could do was the best he could. Nothing else much mattered worth a damn.