I'm deploying tommarow and I wish I had some parting words of wisdom, or a good six to share with you all, but alas I am in love and find it hard to think of anything but her, I am gone for now but I shall return, be well all.

Many moons have passed since I woke up from the bath tub, I counted the hours, then the days, then the weeks, but as the weeks turned to months and the months to years I came to the conclusion that I was only keeping track of time in my new life, not the time it required me to get home, I wasn't going home, this was home, I'm old now, long white hair with an even longer beard I keep swept over my shoulder, A wide brimmed hat and a corncob pipe filled with Little Creeks most wonderful tubac,… Continue