Work has been keeping me busy lately. Hey, I shouldn't complain, at least I have a job. May not be the best one in the world, but it (kinda) pays the bills.
I didn't realize how close the war had come to home until this last weekend. Me and The Boys were out doing some yard work on Sunday afternoon when a small plane flew overhead. Now, usually when this happens, we all stop and look up just to check it out. Yes, we're that much redneck. This time, however, J let out a scream that could only be described as terrifying, "Dad! Are they going to bomb us?" Took me forever to calm him down.
Out of the mouths of babes . . .