So my boy goes to the hottest place on Earth, outside of Hell and what does he find? Snow! Blessed snow. My sweet southern child who, until he joined the Army had seen snow, oh maybe, twice in his life. Now he goes to Iraq and calls home to tell his wife it's snowing.
God really does have a sense of humor.
I told his bride I take this as a blessing, a sign that everything will be alright and that with God, all things are possible.
Snow? In Iraq? Strange. Just strange.