(click on image to enlarge)Some of you may remember my previous blog which I shut down to prevent a certain white haired skank from reading my adventures. And if you remember that blog you may also remember my daughter who is in Germany while her husband serves the US Army in a certain unnamed sand pit from hell. My daughter is doing okay, except for the fact that she (and her pug) miss Soldier Boy desperately. It will be a year at the beginning of July since he was deployed and the Army is not giving them any indications of when this tour of duty will end. I had a disturbing email from my daughter this afternoon. It seems Solider Boy has been injured. He is okay. That doesn’t make us worry any the less though.
He got hit in the head with a door sized board today at work when the wind blew it over from the pole they had it leaned against. He had to get 2 staples in his head. Brooklyn freaked out a bit when he called to tell her what had happened. Soldier Boy said he thought he had been shot. He kept saying to the guys, "What was that? What hit me?" Because all he could see was the blood on his hand from where he touched his head. When they told him the board had hit him on the head he thought there was a nail stuck in his head because the door had been covered with old nails. Either way he got lucky and we are all so very glad that it wasn’t worse. Better to have a board hit you in the head than a bullet.
The whole experience has made us all remember what dangerous circumstances he is in right now. While we aren’t at liberty to tell you where he is all we can tell you is that he is in a very, very scary place and definitely in harms way. Please say a prayer for his safe and quick return.
(click on image to enlarge)Poor little Booger was so worried about his Daddy that he immediately put his own soldier uniform on and vowed to kick the butt of anyone or thing that tried to hurt his Daddy. Yea Booger!
You got it Daisy--prayers for Soldier Boy, Brook, and Booger. I simply cannot imagine what it must be like to be in that hell hole made of one man's hubris. And there is nothing, nothing, that can ever repay the families who wait and worry. Who look forward to date certain when their loved one is scheduled to be out of harm's way, only to find out that that date is now date uncertain.