You may or may not be a fighter, Jack. But you were a submariner. Nuff said. You are one of life's gooduns, and Debs would keep me less time than it takes to knock back a whiskey. Bed has her man, and we can't be all things to all people, but if we have one, just one that loves us more than anything, who the hell is going to fight with that precious one. It's all the other bastards that get in the way!