Lord. I don’t know where to start. Yesterday just got back from putting flags on graves in central FL.
Never did such before. My life is private... I get almost paranoid when someone says, ‘thanks for your service.” In the 60s and 79s, it was my duty as a citizen. ‘Eff them all if they are just now realizing what ‘duty/honor/country means.
Some were taking photos. Tried to hide. This is a private voyage. In memoryof those who didn’t make it back.
Sorry. I got carried away by ‘me’. A good single malt, sipped while watching sunset over the St. Johns River.
Giving thanks for my friends, alive and dead, and the ability to wake up tomorrow and ‘keep on truckin’.
Don’t post while drinking!