I and both my brothers, my father, and several uncle, great-uncles, and great-great uncles were in the military, Amos. We and they faced the cannons' roar, the bayonets, the leaden hail, the mud, the stench of death, weevilly hardtack, rotten salt horse, shoddy uniforms, long separations from our families, friends and sweethearts, and all the horrors of war while remaining pure in body and soul. Why, my very own brother became a genuine minister in a genuine Protestant church while he was in Vietnam, and he's a damned good one for a Catholic

No one in my family or the families of anyone I know would "cavort" with wicked women! Never! Some of them barely cavort with their wives, but that might be a function of age.