Knee Deep in the Hooah!

Here’s a new equation for bliss:

2 men
4 combat boots
4 duffle bags
1 night of laughter, talking and catching up
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equals = One very happy woman.

They are both home! Both of them. Of course they speak in some coded language that I can not decipher. I stopped asking them what things meant. I just like to hear them talking shop. When we picked Bryan up at the airport last night a nice man came up and thanked Bryan. He was in ACU’s and Mike was in civilian clothing. Bryan shook the man’s hand, but said “Don’t thank me. I haven’t done anything. Thank my son, he’s the one doing the hard work.” Is it any wonder I love these guys?

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