It's getting tough growing old. Not in the physical sense but in the losses of acquaintences, friends and family. In the last two weeks I, personally, have lost another family member and a very dear friend from my childhood in the London bombing. Seems that the older I get, the more I lose. There is so much hurt with no way to alieve the stress. Being a very private person, this appears to be the only way to help myself. Looking for sympathy is not and never has been my style in life nor do I wish any now. Remembering friends and family thru writing is the solice of my needs. I must now raise my glass of brandy to my friend because he and I were the last surviving members of our combat group and the one left standing agreed to raise a toast to all of us!  Heil, guys and one day me too! My sister passed due to cancer... see you later babe!

  Teufellj ...