I arrived home at about 2345 (That is ) on 17 June, Fathers Day. I was greeted by most of my family in the state, and Mike Francis of the Oregonian was there to greet me as well. We all were tired from being keyed up and not having a place to relax all day, so the day is somewhat of a blur, but I do remember my wife coming out to greet me, still in here warm up suit as that did not cause her discomfort from her operation. I got home with most of the people at the armory, and had the Full Sail Ale that Mike provided to me when I stepped off the bus (Thanks Mike…).
For the first couple of weeks I reconnected with some people I had not seen, family and neighbors and friends. That was a slow process, people want to give you your space, and they want to see you as well. Let me just say, I have the best neighbors I have ever had, and I cannot really imagine my neighborhood with nicer people. I could wax on about this, but it sounds a little too good when you write it down. One of our neighbors put it this way to me, I get six months credit for being gone, but after that no excuses, this of course is the same lady who told me that “Yeah you went to
- One of my fellow soldiers from Shindand was killed in action, a very sad event, he will always be remembered.
- A friend of mine that I have had forever has essentially chosen to terminate our friendship.
- I met Mike Francis, who treated me to a dinner and beer, and listened to me ramble for a couple of hours. That was a pleasure.
- I have gotten a couple hours in fishing with my Dad and Father in Law, always a good way to spend time.
- My son talked me into helping him finance a new (Used) Car; I am keeping his old one, as it was in great condition to begin with.
- I am about 2/3rds of the way towards starting my own business or getting a good job in my industry, which makes me happy.