Jasper county Freedom Rock - Sully, IA

Strange dream

Here stands Maynard. Old cat, he and his sister have been in the family for over ten years. But he was the ever inquisitive cat, getting stuck in the darnest of places, like attics and crawlspaces.

Well, he went and disappeared a few months back, vanished like the morning mist early one morning. Heather searched high and low for him, even going into storm drains to find him with no luck. His sister even called out for him when they went searching the neighborhood for him.

I almost give up hope and then there are the dreams.

I don't know if it just my imagination, but since he has disapeared, I have dreamed of him. I don't dream a lot, and I almost never remember my dreams. But I dream of him.

I dreamed of him in the storm drains, carrying him out with him meowing at me like there is no tomorrow. Last night, I dreamed of him running around a house, and when I caught him, he growled at me and he had lost his mole that is promimently affixed to his chin.

I only bring this up to talk about the connection one feels with a pet. Maynard was my cat. We shared traits of curiosity to the point of dangerous, of sometimes annoying to family, of being destructive of furniture sometimes, etc.

and then I read this post from Xavier. And then my eyes got dust in them and I thought of my Maynard.

Gah, can't wait to go home...about 50 days left.

pwolfman

Basketball and insurgency?

Here comes a story that makes you think.

I have never heard anyone compare basketball and insurgency before...but it works very well.

Very good story and one that needs to be read by everyone fighting against the odds or the system.

Pwolfman

The way we fight

I have been noticing all the pictures from Iraq and Afghanistan with everyone in their full gear and sunglasses with weapons ready, all while at a tribal meeting.

This gets me hot. This is the uniform they should be wearing when they meet with locals in their offices or homes.

That is me reclining, waiting for the meeting to start. This was one of the last meetings we had with the chief and it was kind of sad to leave. I wonder how my terp is doing (the guy to my right.)?

Oh, and here is what a orphanage give away should look like. My SFC and My CPT having the best day of the deployment at this girl orphanage.


That is the way it should look like. Not this: