I could see that he was normal and I was not, even by the standards of my own long-dead culture. Marygay and I, and the other Forever War vets, had repeatedly been flung forward in time, often knowing that when you came to ground, the only people still alive from your past would be the ones you had traveled with.
Twenty years later, that was still central to me: the present is a comforting illusion, and although life persists, any one life is just a breath in the wind.