  Have you ever wondered what happened to someone from your past? It doesn't happen to me very often, more like once in a blue moon. I am not one to look backwards. He was a MSG in the Army, stationed at Schofield Barracks, Field Artillery.
I had never met a man like him before or since. As far as I can gather, he still lives in Virginia. I was working for a prominent non-profit on Schofield back then. I still live here, in Northern Calif, where I told him I was going upon leaving the island. Our story doesn't matter except for me to say that I hope he has found some happiness, some peace in his life.
He meant a great deal to me back then and he will always mean a great deal to me. He gave me back a part of myself that I thought I would never recover. He gave me back faith and belief in myself. If things had been different, our lives would have been different. They don't grow men like him on trees and my Momma didn't raise a fool. However, that is all moot. Both of us at the time were going through so much turmoil and hurt. There was no other way for things to turn out other than the way they did. I know I was responsible for some of that turmoil in his life and I wish I could apologise for it, but I can't. I will not put myself in any way, shape or form, in his life again. It is better to let sleeping dogs lie.
We're both different people today, I'm sure. If I had but one wish to give, it would be that L.A. is happy. Some part of me wants to know that for a fact, because he gave me so much, much more than he could ever possibly know. I guess I'll just have wish it upon a star. 
