Raining here in the Great Northwest...

It was predicted, so no surprise, I have a yard to mow and clean up, a Caravan to wash, clean out and reload - do you have any idea how many hats and caps are in there? My father's bayonet catches my eye and I pick it up and pull it out, wondering why he kept those things, and knowing that it meant things I will never know - but important to him that he wouldn't or couldn't forget. They are looking for veteran's pictures from our wars at work, funny that there are now so many little ones that came after I took off the uniform, ones that my son and so many others are handling while the nation does the fun stuff elsewhere. Someone suggested that I give a speech about Veterans - I don't know why, he is one also and I haven't displayed any talent must be one of those all calls. The singer is lined up, and he is great, still that is all the way away in November and other things await my attention, I will have to check all my Lotto tickets tomorrow for winners!

Right now I have to get out the old Training Cycle books from my Drill Sergeant days, received a message from a man that believes I was his Drill Sergeant. In a nation of over three hundred million people someone on Facebook sends: "you may not remember me but i believe you were my drill sgt. at ft. sill 6/77 thru 9/77. you really had an impact on my life and just wanted to thank you....."clown platoon drill sergeant" Yep, I was there then and getting into a little bit of trouble with those higher up than I, I would never have called my platoon clown but others might have. Like that bayonet of Dad's some memories don't fade. Wife is up and it is time to make our world better, onward!