Now I am 60 I should grow up and accept it’s too late. Aspirations have turned to ashes. What’s left? Second childhood and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Nothing like a quote from a Shakespeare comedy to cheer a boy up. So buoyed, I have made plans to join the service.
Should I be all I can be? One of the few, the proud? Aim high? Semper fi or paratus? What?
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