Hey bud, doesn’t seem like 15 years. Some of the boys and me got together to tell stories and throw a few back in your honor. There was lots of laughing and a few tears. I’m sorry, nine of us could remember the two troops who were with in the Humvee that day, but I’m sure their friends are cursing that schithole Al-Noor today too.
Your girl is doing well. She allowed herself to find love. She can’t get married cause .gov will take away your pension. She’ll be alright. You’re always in her heart.
You’d be so proud of your boy now. He’s grown up to be a fine man. He’s married and working construction with your brother. It’s a helluva thing to lose your hero when you’re twelve. I think he’s my new hero.
Your mom is doing as good as she can. You’re never far from her thoughts. Your nephew namesake is kinda lost - he’s working with your sister; his mom. I dunno.
We talked about how we finally understand why you just didn’t ride the desk for two weeks until you could retire with your 20. Mother hen had to make sure her troops were safe. Your wife said a few years ago that you wrote to her that you took those boys in and you sure as hell were going to take them home. I get it.
I’m not sure if word got to you in the sandbox that my little brother was killed here in a car accident a few months before you were supposed to come home. Damned irony of years in SF (I think he was at Campbell when you were Jump-master at Bragg) and he died a block from his house and you were a million miles away. Such is life.
It’s late and I’m pretty drunk. I’ll see ya when I see ya.
To preserve liberty it is essential that the whole body of people always possess arms and be taught alike, especially when young, how to use them.-Richard Henry Lee
Endowment Member NRA, Life Member SAF-GOA, Life-Board Member, West TN Director TFA
