After a long, long week and a very short weekend I find myself once again contemplating what happened to the entire year last year. I have heard that as you get older time seems to pass more quickly and I am a believer. I take time off work and it seems as if I never left. I sit and try to remember what I did and why did the time go so quickly. I was thinking this morning that it would be nice if time at work passed as quickly as time does at home. It's not just last year but about the last 35 years. Seems like one day I was 20 years old; in the Army; in Vietnam, and next thing I know it's 35 years later. I was reminded of this when I received a letter from one of my Army buddies over the weekend. Ever since we got out we always talked about getting back together and for one reason or another never did. He was saying we'd better come up with a way before another 30 years passes. By then, I doubt I'll even remember who I am, much less an old Army buddy.
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