In the spring, just before Easter 1968.

I “fell in love…”

Not really, just hormones and the desire for sex as a teenager.

But in my day, you had to be married to have sex; I thought.

That “fall” lasted 10 years until I was strong enough to admit “falling in love” is purely a romantic notion, mostly tied to lust.

Extraction is a tough assignment.

Trepidation ensued.