I found out seven years later what it was, and I am going to put it in the right place in this account rather than here, because it belongs to the letter.

Part Six: Seven Years

I want to account for the seven years, briefly, because otherwise the man on that porch is a stranger.

I did another four years and separated in the spring of the fifth year, as a sergeant first class, with eighteen years and no intention of doing the last two, which cost me the pension and which I do not regret and which my mother has never forgiven.

I went into logistics consulting for a firm out of Charlotte and I was good at it and I hated it, and I still do it.