I had decided. I didn't really think about the fact that our stay overlapped St. Patrick's Day. Gramps has been gone a couple years now, and I think it might be fitting if I shot something in the face with his rifle on his birthday. That should provide any extra excuse I need to celebrate my heritage later on.

I have to call my brother as I think he hunted it during November...

George

�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�