Saturday, March 22, 2008

When IS Easter?

In the past six months, I have heard my soldier son's voice three times, including a call from him this morning. He sounds very tired...weary...just wrung out. He said the work is picking up and the weather is getting hot and he is not getting much sleep. So goes the hard life of a soldier. I asked him if he had gotten the Easter basket I had sent and he said "no...when is Easter?" I think he was surprised when I told him it was tomorrow. Sometimes I feel so guilty sitting here in my comfortable, monotonous life-style while there are people in other lands enduring hardships on my behalf...especially when one of them is my child. Oh, what I would give to be able to bring him home today.

But, aside from his sounding tired, he also sounds adjusted. He sounds normal, not mad or angry or depressed, just normal. The war has become his normal. He has lots of plans for when he gets home, lots of plans for after the army. I suppose that is how they keep themselves sane, by thinking about the future. While we sit by and welcome spring and pretty flowers and Easter bunnies, they keep pushing on, on our behalf.

God bless them all.

Friday, March 21, 2008

What is That Thing

I need some help here. This is a picture of my great-great-grandfather's store back in the late 1800's. Can anybody tell me what that undressed-teepee looking thing is in the middle of the picture? Is it a water well maybe? Anybody got a clue?

As for other news, the war drags on. Sprout is doing as well as someone in a war zone should be doing, I guess. Maybe better than most but who knows? I am tired of the waiting and worrying. Just tired...and he's not even to the half-way mark yet. I am so ready for this year to be over.

I want my boy home.