Spake with someone for whom I've got no name. He had things to say. Human nature is a funny thing. End result is that he's got me writing again, been about a year... I've forgotten what made me stop... something did, but I don't know what. Anyway. he was supposed to help me revise damnit and he hauled off and left. Frustrifying. Has promise this bit. I like a few lines of it.

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived."

-CR