All I recall is maintaing radio silence for 1 or so hours. After that, seeing grass, two jeeps, a barrel of diesel oil, must've been diesel, waves, a coupla soliders with their helmets on ... weird ... my shirt pocket was torn ... there was a hole in the floor ... I had a beard and a tattoo of ... that's all she wrote.
The preceding paragraph is a specimen of what when and how bouncing off of each other in the mind of a simpleton (me).
It's all part of the deal, we made, oui? I'm gonna watch a movie, read a book, reverie away, call Uber and roadtrip to Timbuktu. What happens when you put Plato's Republic, a razor and a tomato in the blender? Do you get a clean-shaven, blushing, President?
P. S. I don't have the moolah to do all that.
I'll just havta dream it all up ... one day ... one fine day ... one really, really, fine day.
Read this (1001, 1002, 1003, 1004, 1005, 1006, 1007, 1008, 1009, 1010) in yer mind 6 times and you'd have consecrated 1 minute of your time to those of whom you might/must ask
ubi sunt? Congratulations! You've just been upgraded mon ami!