Just a note about the context and origin of the following episodic recounting of a life. I intend to story tell past experiences in bits and pieces as they enter into my thoughts, just as Vietnam experiences constantly run across my frontal cortex if and when my conscious mind stops concentrating on its present task.
The memories well not be in chronological order or connected in subject matter or temperament.
My “Life” basically ended in 1969 when soul and heart were both lost along with belief in life as I had previously lived and thought I would live. Undiagnosed, hostile environment, and untreated, a different core replaced soul which closed little by little and diminished a life. On the other hand, the life lived was pursued purposely, with chosen decisions concerning the next path taken.