Let someone else take care of the war. Rank has its privileges, and so does political office. People expect me to enjoy my perks. I'd be a fool not to. March 18 Beautiful evening tonight.
City lights twinkle down below.
Just back from a walk around the penthouse enjoying the cool air and the view. Speaking of the view, it was a bit careless of my new neighbor not to draw her curtains. Unborn for much of it, I suppose. What a paradox, this blend of opportunity and restraint. I spend my prime years gazing at stars from war zones, concerned for God and country, and find myself transfixed by her on this midlife night.