October 30, 2018:
He's a big man, the tallest in his platoon. A head taller than most. Brawny, not as lanky as his brothers, or me. More like his father, whose stolidity he seems to have emulated in other ways as well.
I'm far more like his sister, with her tiny bones and insect wrists. These pics show him big-boned, very strong, much stronger than me. I'm like her in that way, too.
She's lively where they're stiff, charming where they're gruff. We could have had a good time. Although I admire them, I never had a good time with her brothers, not even once.