My Sentinel

There was this Army infintry soldier I met in Indianapolis, IN, at The Claudagh Pub. He had been enjoying free drinks in the vicinity for 24 hours. He had just finished basic and was about to be shipped out to The Middle East, actually, not just in imagery. We journeyed and he came home with me for a bit. He held me strong and knocked the base of the building off of its perfect masonry a bit. After, I tried on his uniform for him. I asked him if I could wear it when we returned to the bar scene. He looked terrified and said, "It is a very strict rule that only the soldier can wear his uniform, especially in bars." I said okay and we got ready and went to Coaches, another bar down the street linked to attorneys and NASCAR. This soldier stood sentinel over me the whole night barely moving at all while I had a great time. He portalled me home when the scene turned demonic. It affected my memory a bit but I knew that he made his bus. It was ASAP important that he did. I ordered him to leave me behind and to go home and hide for a day and then await Army orders. I told him to never to speak of this Alice in Wonderland experience. I know that he is still alive and hey guy, "Hope says HI!" You can now talk about all of it, but go to your superior officer first. He WILL believe. He has been prepared by THE LIEUTENANT at the Marion County Jail. He is head of a U.S. Marine crew and is linked to training agents of The NFL (muscle mass management for others). He is a very good looking man with brown hair who speaks a little too loud sometimes because he was taught satanism as a baby. He should be deaf. You can eventually talk to Tony Thornberg, but not yet. It is important that everyone who is actual military who has intersected with me, stay VERY professional and live with prideful boundaries and the arrogance of a SAINT.