I know I've been a slacker. I've been processing the naming and adoption ceremony and was fully intending to get something up about that.
Then the phone rings. It's the Sgt. Major, Larry, in Arizona.
He's going to Afghanistan in two months.
He fucking volunteered.
I understand. I do. He could not stand to remain stateside while the troops in his charge are sent onto the battlefields. He is a soldier. He cannot stay out of the fight. I know how he feels. I do understand.
But. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His wife and daughters will be coming out to stay with her family in Garden Grove. I will be close enough to look in on them and bring them out to the desert from time to time.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That is all.