The Things I Remember and The Things I Don’t

You remind of someone very close. Also a marine. He tells me his life is a similar blur… Strange, I am so much older than both of you–than both of you combined–and I remember so much. I seem to be one of those stodgy old guys who still remember vividly what it is like to be a child. I feel as though, if I were a subject of a motion picture wherein I was transported back into the body of a child, I would fall right into it–and I wonder if whatever wisdom and experience I have acquired during the better part of a century would be of any use, or if it would be completely irrelevant.

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