THE THINKING SOLDIER Perhaps the architecture of intention was always more delicate than either of us admitted.. a scaffolding of hopes not yet tempered by time or circumstance. I won’t dispute the imagery you’ve painted.. it’s poignant, even beautiful in its grief.. As for the vision, I never dismissed the idea. But reality tends to interrupt our grandest scripts with a more cryptic hand. And no, camouflage isn’t my language, even if silence sometimes serves as armor.. If what you received sowed doubt, I understand. But not all absences are betrayals. Some are simply the byproduct of lives caught in divergent orbits, trying and failing to converge..