Chapter 92 Nobody Ever Dies:>1

• Majorca is almost heaven - bright golden sun, floral scented breezes, and a cloudless sky. There was a sweating bottle of San Miguel in front of me and I was luxuriating in the shade of a potted palm as I thought back over the past three miserable years.
• It was a toss-up as-to which had hurt the most, losing my marriage, or the tragic plane crash that followed. Whatever... both events were tied together by a single person, Colonel David Osborne, or as I fondly called him, "Shithead."
• Shithead had flourished up the chain of command by kissing the right rings. So, as far as he was concerned, all you needed were the two "Bs" - Belligerence and Bravado. He had plenty of that, along with two other Bs - Bluff, and Bullshit. That ultimately caused his demise. My life and happiness were just collateral damage.