I've been really busy here on the large military installment. The President came to review the troops the week before Memorial Day. I did not go. My job is to talk to soldiers, and that's what I did. I did, however, watch the Golden Knights parachute onto the field.
All those coming-home Green Ramps were great-emotional, loud, and colorful. I met a Cajun Mom who told me that she'd like to take "a garbage bag and a stick" and clean up the Middle East. I have no doubt that she could. She was waiting for her son, Junior, and when the soldiers marched into the hanger, she was yelling "JUNIOR (jewnyerrrrr)!!!!!" as the band played the National Anthem.
Those Green Ramps are fun. the going-away Green Ramps, ah not so much. Some soldiers say goodbye to their families at home. I could see why. The partings are excrutiating.
Soldiers who returned in February are scheduled to go out again next month. *Sigh*. Here we go.
I go home every weekend, which involves I--95. I'm having trouble understanding why one Winnebago needs to pass another while going 50 MPH. and why people from one end of I--95 need to take everything they own to the other end of I--95. And that whole Pedro thing still cracks me up.
One of my new tasks is to meet with spouses of soldiers killed in this war. I'm working hard to do it right.
