No, Dank, we do not.

But I'll tell you what, I'll give you a chance to prove it.

What was the name of the medic who held my hand on the medevac chopper, where did this happen, and how was I wounded. What was the big thing I noticed about them. What was going on during the flight. What did I do at a critical point of the flight?

If we do indeed share the same consciousness this traumatic and life changing event that I still dream about at least twice a week should be easy for you to recall.

And as for having done more than you by the time I was 19? By much. By 19 I had done way more. Just like at 18. And 17. And 16.

You're a man-child with delusions of granduer, who has gotten plenty of advice on this forums to try to help him but chooses to snivel and whine like a spoiled little rich girl denied a pony for Tuesday.

But go ahead, Dank, prove your "shared consciousness" claim.

What was their name?

Hell, I'll give you a 50/50 chance.

What sex were they?