A cool breeze is blowing in from the north, and gentle rain turned gold by the evening sun falls on parched grass, hot concrete and spent brass. The smell of rain in a Texan August. Beautiful and rare.
Poetry aside, my eldest boy called this morning to say he'd been promoted to Specialist ahead of schedule. Well done, kid, keep it up. He's currently attached to the 2nd Armored Division and "on mission," which means he has to sit in a comms truck on weekends instead of enjoying Korean nightlife. His Platoon Sergeant's clearly wise.
In other news, Blue Eschaton's slowing down a bit and takes life philosophically, unless steaks or fried pies are on the table. Then everything's different.
Mind how you go,
LSP
13 comments:
"His Platoon Sergeant's clearly wise."
LMAO
OMGosh - that boy looks so much like his daddy. Lucky him! And he looks so grown up - like a MAN!
Prayers for Blue. I love him like he was my own.
Congratulations on son's promotion. Every one matters.
The night life there is something.
Of course what little I know was at Osan.
Some days I know how Blue feels.
God bless you all.
He'll have enough time to sew his wild oats. Better that he is a bit seasoned before he tries.
Does this mean that he cant go to school while there?
Good stuff. Many more healthy ones for Blue.
WSF, he was a bit ticked off. I suppressed a grin :)
WSF, he was a bit ticked off. I suppressed a grin :)
He's definitely mine, Adrienne! And well done, boy. Hope he gets a commission but that's his call and the Army's.
Blue would send love if he could speak...
Thanks, SgtBob. I'll pass that on.
Linda, I sympathize with Blue too! Hope your house project's going well.
God bless.
I think that's the case with his current assignment, LL. C'mon get, get that degree. Even *associate level would be ok.
Thanks, Kid. Blue seems content, especially when the *treats are flowing...
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