I staggered down the stairs to my office and slumped into my chair. I was holding on as best I could, but I couldn’t stop the flood. The memories of...Maggie, rogue waves of immense proportion, slammed into me repeatedly. My eyes flooded and I cried like a baby. Me. Naval Captain, Fighter Pilot, then Captain of Industry. Crying like a little fucking baby.Brunswick, Georgia. May, 1961. Sunday Morning“Honey! Where’s my razor?” I was packing my bag, I had to catch a transport that was leaving in. "She stood, pulling the gun back out of her belt and began to walkpurposefully toward me. I screamed, raising my arms in an involuntaryvain effort to protect myself, drawing my knees up to my chest, trying toball myself up and not leave anything vital exposed. My eyes closed infear, yet somehow over my own scream, I heard something hit the floor witha clack, quickly followed by a crunching sound. There was a beat as Iwaited for death to take me, before I heard Lt. Schlafly's voice."Are. More

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