I had the most unusual dream last night. I dreamt I was back in Germany, and that I was young, dressed in what would have been the winter uniform of the day, and that, oddly, I was with the same people with whom I had been deployed to Kosovo with in 2005, which is really funny, seeing as most of them had not been born yet. Even more oddly, my youngest son, Eric and wife Melissa were with me...well clearly Eric was not yet born, and Melissa would only have been 9ish or so. My oldest son, David was there too, but he was all grown up. To complete the weirdness, George Stephanopoulos was there too...interviewing God alone knows who. When I woke up from this bizarre assed dream, at about 5:30 this morning, little Eric came wandering into the bedroom with a goofy smile on his face, and crawled into bed with me, and decided he wanted to wrestle. It wasnt until around lunchtime that I realized that it was 30 years ago today that my platoon sergeant, SFC Dennis Woolen, AND Liz Apel, the pretty blonde girl who was married to our re-trans team chief, dropped me off at Rhein-Main Airbase to begin my long and uncertain journey home.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 14:33:18 +0000
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