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Greek heros would stay with Calypso and the goddess would take their memories. She is beautiful. Her isle is beautiful. It's like a paradise and she is like a loving angel who is not bound to the celestial realm but to you. This partly what I want but I remember I hsve a duty outside of her paradise. Calypso actually loves you. She knows you and she wants to heal you. She knows your memories, how they hurt you and how they drive you. I know about my own memories because I know about my trauma and duties. I remember my oaths. Calypso doesn't disrespect you. She just loves you more than she respects the oaths you took. If I could be held in her arms I would let her hold me. I'm not ashamed of that. Not anymore. The young who make similar oaths to my own don't understand how the horror stays with us. They don't understand what conflict is really like. They don't understand that veterans realize that it was odds that let us survive. Skill, equipment, strategy, and good supply obviously helped my odds but still it wasn't just my own agency that brought me through. It was the statistics and likelihood of my own survival even though it seems very low at times- I added, and other factors, added an increase to my chances of survival. Sometimes it was even the mercy of others that helped me survive. That's what the young are often not told in stories of conflict and heroes. Anyway Calypso is so beautiful because she is more than just her physical beauty. She is the sacred freedom and joy of clean hands before they are stained by blood. I have blood on my hands but with Calypso I can look down at my hands and see them as if I am wearing pure white gloves. She is that goal I sought for others when I joined conflict long ago. I had wanted to go into conflict so that others wouldn't have to. Calypso gives that freedom from the nightmare of conflict. The heros always remember and return to their oaths. Calypso will still always love you.