Carl always managed to sleep like a log.
He occupied the bunk to my left during our time of military service.
I believe Carl was a born Stoic.
His control and calmness fascinated me, whereas I’ve always been the overthinker, the nervous one. Even during my training to become a warrior, I still turned out to be a better worrier.
I plumbed Carl’s thoughts on a few occasions— I had … Read the rest