Slippery Slope. I Carry A Spare Shirt,

I Think My Books Come Out Very Visual, Which Is An Obvious Consequence.

I Just Felt From Personal Observation That There Is Nothing More Dislocated Or Alienated Than A Lifelong Military Person Trying To Cope In Civilian Life. It's Like Two Completely Separate Planets.

I Do A Little Fact Checking Now And Then. Other Than That Its Impact Is Simply That Email Has Revolutionized Communication For Me, And My Website Has Built Up A Community Of Readers, Which Is A Lot Of Fun.

I Was In The Machine. My Whole Life. Then The Machine Coughed And Spat Me Out. So I Thought, Ok, If I'm Out, I'm Out. All The Way Out. I Was A Little Angry And It Was Probably An Immature Reaction. But I Got Used To It.

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.