Chapter 7. The Last Memory
I hardly feel like writing, although what really happens to me is that I don't have to do it, well, I have lived a lot and could fill an entire library with my memories, but the problem is that these memories are gone.
When I attempt to write about a mission, in Egypt, Switzerland or any other of my destinations, I barely remember that I was there, I don’t even know how long I was there for, or what I did, who I met with who I spoke with.
Luckily for me, my missions are filed in the army in some warehouse house, all thousands of reports that I wrote with lots of details in them, but of course I don't know where those warehouses are exactly, at least not since I retired.
Sometimes I have requested a report used to know if they still have it, but I never got an
