Dear John

A letter of life, and the hope for better during these dangerous times ...

By the time I reached the ripe old age of 11, I’d had more than enough of school.

Classrooms just weren’t the place for me, and if you’re snickering now because I’ve confirmed a perception you’ve had, I’m at least smart enough to get the joke.

I hung on at school for six more years, before I was old enough to join the Navy on my 17th birthday. It was fin…