He Could Not Play The Game Without

I've Been Reading And Researching Various Aspects Of History - Dickens' London, Nelson's Sea Battles, Magellan's Nautical Explorations, The Weapons And Battles And Key Figures Of The American Civil War - For Most Of My Life. I Pick Up A Book Here Or There Or See A Documentary Or Talk With An Expert In The Subject, And My Curiosity About The One Area Of Study And Discovery Always Leads To Another.

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.

Personal Inspection At Zero Altitude. The Stories Come From My Life - If Not My Own Experiences, Then About Topics And Subjects That Interest Me.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

I Tried To Contain Myself... But I Escaped!