Military Blog

I saw the face of war tonight.  It was drawn and drained...

Recently, more than one conversation has included the phrase: "What I miss most . . ." With that introduction the conversation turns to reflect mental pictures of life at home; of Christmases past; of family traditions; and precious memories...

To some Americans, such as me, the Civil War (sometimes still referred to in the South as "The War of Northern Aggression") seems long ago; and the founding of our country is ancient history...

Sometimes it seems that life rushes by in a blur, and we are carried along in its wake. Fog at the airport caused me to miss my connection to Kuwait. "When is the next flight?" I asked. "Two days, everything is booked full," was the answer. Two days?...

My mental picture of the ideal Christmas has always included snow. I was more than a quarter of a century old before I lived through a Christmas without it. Even then, snow showed up in pictures on cards sent and received, and sometimes even faked onto a window by spray from a can...