Amnesia...

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    Mar 25, 2012 10:04 AM GMT
    Tonight I was looking at profiles online back home and I came across the profile of a guy that I dated 4 years ago. A very attractive guy, pilot, enjoyed politics/debating, and he loved music.

    Then I thought about how he broke the hell out of my heart and how I stopped wearing his dog tags around my neck, threw away the posters he gave me along with everything sports related gift. I remembered how I never wanted to see him again. Nonetheless, I decided to message him to see how he was.

    Evidently, he was overseas last year and his helicopter was shot down and how he lost his copilot who died in the accident. He spent most of last year in the hospital recovering physically. Though he's been given a "medical retirement" because he's been traumatized and also suffered from a loss of memory from a concussion from the accident...

    I sent him a Youtube link of Barbra Streisand's (his favorite diva) "Piece of Sky" and called him to talk about old times. But he couldn't remember much. Of course I could call "bullshit with your fake ass amnesia" card... But his story of therapy sessions, medication, and description of the nightmares of the things he saw were a bit too elaborate to be fabricated (he didn't have the best imagination, lol...)

    He asked "I'm sorry to have to ask... but why exactly did we stop seeing one another?"
    [I told the story and joked about throwing his things away, lol...]

    "I'm sorry, [my name]... I saw your picture and immediately KNEW who you were and I smiled for the first time in a long time... I'm really having a lot of trouble with a lot of memories, but I knew that when you messaged me that I loved you. I'm sorry for whatever I may have been going through or any lie that I may have told to you during our time together..."

    [Why I'm sharing this story? The hell if I know... Just wanted to share. We ended our conversation with a promise that we'd not let so much time go between us without speaking.]
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    Mar 25, 2012 6:04 PM GMT

    The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass.
    He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass.

    "Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you?
    Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"

    The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,
    because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint.

    I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough.
    And sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough.

    But, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep...
    Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just too steep.

    And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
    And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.

    I know I don't deserve a place, among the people here.
    They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.

    If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand.
    I never expected or had too much, but if you don't, I'll understand."

    There was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod.
    As the soldier waited quietly for the judgement of his God.

    "Step forward now, you soldier, you’ve borne your burdens well.
    Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets; you’ve done your time in Hell."
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    Mar 25, 2012 9:47 PM GMT
    I think you are sharing this story because you feel sorry for him and/or want to get back with him. I could be wrong.