For those who know me; I hate touching gross things or getting stains on my lips and yet two days ago I went to the beach and happened to get the most minute amount of sea water in my mouth. Believe me I spit and gagged to ensure that every last loathsome droplet was expelled from my flawless mouth and now here I type diagnosed (by my mom who is a nurse) with dysentery.
Now dysentery is known to be the cause of death for many of Napoleon's troops when he was on his campaign through Egypt. So if this disease thwarts me I humbly ask my readers to make sure that when people speak of my passing that you always mention that I went down fighting like a Grenadier.
Certainly not volleying any grape shots,
Adam.
