Sorry to disappoint. Whenever I am disappointed, I check my expectations. Loyalty is the least of virtues. From me, as is, though not face to face, we are heart to heart. Instead of loyalty, I offer devotion. Often, perhaps most often, you will have only my words. These words will never be denied you. That is a promise. Should you cross the Pacific Ocean to visit me, as I will be at rest in place, rather than in transition between places, you will be met, then accompanied as fully as I am able. That, too, is a promise. That you may expect me to sit with you here, at your fire, though a pleasant thought, is but that, a pleasant thought. You are my comrade, in that we have fought and fight a common battle. Expect in me a comrade, devoted, not a casual friend.