We had friends from Church over tonight for dinner in the dinning room of Azalea Trace. We had a great dinner and the tour of the campus. We then went to our apartment and socialized. I dominated the conversation and all I could talk about was Navy and my Navy experience. It is a good thing our guests were career Navy. The difference is, He served in the Navy as a career. I lived Navy and still do.
More and more, all I think about is Navy. With the exception of my Ministry at Bay Breeze Assisted Living Facility, I might as well be in the Navy! I even find myself discussing, in my mind, whether I should "Put in my papers" to retire!
I have written before about the experience I had, while my wife was at her Bible Study, I hallucinated that I was on a ship, in the gun mount, discussing the fact that the Gunner's Mates we not doing Pre-Fire procedures correctly. I was talking out loud, walking around, in my mind, on the ship!
The folks I worked with as a Civil Servant used to say that I never took my uniform off when I retired from active duty. The real truth is, I never retired in my mind and I have not retired yet. And, as my LBD progresses, and it is progressing, I am more and more living in the Navy!
I cannot talk to someone without checking their pedigree. What service, Officer, Enlisted, Surface, Air, Submarine, Duty stations, and the other question; "Did you know so and so?"
I realized tonight that I am much worse off mentally, than even I thought. When Linda and I are home alone, I seldom talk about anything but Navy. Not even cars, houses, being a survivalist or guns! I am almost totally entrenched in my Navy experience.
The revelation that came to me tonight shook me. I am farther down the Lewy Body road than I thought. This thing is winning, and I am soon to be lost in my Navy thoughts.
Oh well, at least it was a time I look upon fondly.