Even after being out of the army for over 15 years, I sometimes still have dreams in which I lose my beret.

Strange. Because I never lost my beret while I was in the army. Nor was I really worried about it.

Though a woman I worked with got really sick on a helicopter flight one time and upchucked in someone else’s beret.

I wish I still had mine. An ex-girlfriend threw it away. She also tossed an artillery shell (the empty brass, anyway) that I’d been given. One that I personally fired. It was huge.

Should’ve broken up with her much, much earlier than I did. She was one of those who wanted to “fix” me. I’m not broken, just weird. At the end, she defined “fixing” me as throwing away or destroying anything that mattered to me.

Amazing the things people do. But I don’t dream about her; I dream about my beret.