Innocence

I am long passed those days that I could consider myself innocent. If there is something wrong to do I have likely done it. Of course, the worst of that was in combat if a person believes in anything worthwhile, like say, oh, God? I believed in him then, while in combat, and afterward. Before, during and after combat I was quite short on moral values. I believe I remember the popular saying of the sixties: “If it feels good, I’ll do it.” Talk about stupid! Of course, all of this is easy to say because I turned my life around using the bible. Still, guilt is a stain not easily washed away.

So, I feel for those who protest, call them derogatory names, think them small, and then I remember: Are you some kind of saint? Nope, I lack the odd haircut and robes and sandals to be one of those. Sainthood and I have never walked the same streets. For that matter . . .

Why am I writing this today? I wish I knew but my style is to sit down in front of the computer, dial in my website, and just speak the first thoughts on my mind. It is kind of like waiting a few months and then noticing the cobwebs in the corners of the ceilings. Where did those come from? How long have they been there? Why the hell didn’t you check two months ago? You know, better aired out than left hanging and, no, this is not my psychiatrists couch. It is merely my saying what I believe to be the truth. Dare I say that the truth is universal? I just did.

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