Dreamed I was drafted into the army, which at age 50 was something of a surprise. My Drill Sergeant at basic training was a big, mean tough career Army woman named Tina. She hated me.

While climbing ropes I fell and broke my leg, but due to army regulations I was required to report to the infirmary without assistance. As I was painfully limping away, dragging a broken leg, my Drill Sergeant became upset at the situation and nearly broke down.

I turned back towards her and said, "Don't cry for me, Sergeant Tina!"

"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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