In previous posts, I mentioned that my father was a civilian mariner in the Military Sea Transport Service. He would be home for one week, then gone for three. It was during one of those weeks home that I was conceived, and my birth occurred 13 months after my older siblings were born.
Thirteen months after I arrived, our younger brother was born.
Thirteen months after I arrived, our younger brother was born.
And here's where I have to rely on my imagination once more.
