"Where's the Hat?!"I recently returned to St. Louis for two weeks of rest and relaxation after spending 6 months in the Afghanistan desert and mountains and do you think people wanted to know about burkas or taliban or poppy fields? No, sir. They wanted to see the hat!
Nineteen carefree, hat-free days (they WANT me to wear the one on the left; I WEAR the one on the right) I spent away from my military base in Afghanistan. The answer is "yes, it was all that and then some." But I'm back on base - safe and sound - and what a homecoming it was. They had a bunker party to celebrate my return :-) Awww, fellas, you shouldn't have.
I had a great visit home - of course I did. I got hugs, I saw friends' smiling faces, I was gifted many bottles of wine! I got sumo-wrestler body slammed - in a good way :-), I beat my nephews and little brother (fair and square!) in a cannonball contest in mom's pool, I had "obnoxiously early jet-lag coffee" with my peeps (be grateful you don't live in the same house with me), I hugged my mom and sisters so much i left an imprint on them, I made everyone pose for so many pictures they actually couldn't wait for me to leave town again!
I didn't get to spend enough time with everyone. So e-mail me. And write me letters. And help me make up for missed time.
Welcome back.
1 comment:
It seems forever ago since you were home. I am so happy for the lovely bunker party given in your honor! You sure have some great friends! I love the white hat, it goes with anything! :) The imprint is cherished and will always be a part of me.
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