Sounding as squished and groggy as a worm run over on the turnpike, my younger son, Ives, informed me today that he was back in the U.S. (Texas) after his yearlong National Guard tour in southern Sinai. A 9,000-plus-mile flight et voilà.
It is uncertain when he will be home, but at least he's back and this old fart is happy for it.
It is uncertain when he will be home, but at least he's back and this old fart is happy for it.
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