I'm sorry, but you'll never understand; your minds are WAY too small. But take it from me, you're living in an awesome creation.You'll have to take it...from me because I'm not letting you follow me. I've already adjusted the laws of physics so the W-Dimension synchronization process is weaker. Partly because I want the dimensions to be able to diverge more so I can see what happens when the ideas I have are put into action, and partly because I don't want you to follow me. The Universe isn't big. As fucked up as the Army might have been in my day, it’s even more so today and has been for years. What if I had made a different choice? Remember that this is fiction, I’ve intentionally blurred timelines and created fictional locales and conflicts while attempting to maintain a modicum of technical accuracy. Back when I was an Army Aviator our bible was a relatively thin Army Regulation known as AR 95-1 which covered flight operations. This was before our military and our society decided. She waited patiently as I thought about it.“I didn’t see the parallels until you just mentioned it,” I said musingly, “but I guess I would have ended up a loner like he did if it hadn’t been for Laura and the kids. Hell, I almost ended up that way anyway.”“Yes, you did,” she said, getting up out of the rocker and coming over to cuddle with me on the couch. “But what really struck me was his answer to Yolanda’s question about missing the last war and not being attacked while he was traveling on. “I don’t think so,” said Karla. “I think you’re strong enough to last this weekend.”“It’s not this weekend I’m worried about,” I said.She smiled and then joined Sam to leave the tent. I heard the click and swish of skates cutting ice, getting softer and softer as they went away from the tent.I took the fish out to the truck to clean.It was while I was doing that that I realized I’d basically admitted they could do whatever they wanted for the rest of the weekend.And maybe even beyond that.This.