An interesting thought! Past 60 now, I still vividly remember the boy of 18 I met at 17 in Marine Corps boot camp. We clicked, connected, or something, not that we had the freedom to explore our feelings. Then I went away to college, and he left for active duty, where he shortly died in an a peacetime attack on his barracks.

I'm pretty sure he was queer, and I know his ghost would be envious to not have had a chance at life.