When I was in the Navy, years ago, I was drinking, alcoholicly.

I have vague memories of faceless men, standing at my door with a bottle of bourbon in their hand, and a smile on their face, even at a hotel bungalow I was staying in, in Saudi Arabia…I do have a partial memory of that one…my face was directly in the pillow and I couldn’t breathe. I aroused from my stupor just enough to turn my head. He was on top of me, taking me from behind…I lapsed into unconsciousness.

It does no good for me to dwell on it. I’m sober now. I have today, every day, from now on… 😍😘😇