Comments?? Comments are for me alone...I chearish comments.  They are much more than mere words to me.  I did have a "Secret" clearance in the Air Force ya know???? If the Nation trusted me...I believe you can too ;)

I just can't help but think some drunk posting will be taking place tonight....really, I just can't help it. 

First Introductions

Mr. Patron please meet Ms. Pomegranate Juice...I have a feeling you two will become fast friends.

Jack Johnson - THE NEWS

Silversun Pickups - It's Nice To Know You Work Alone

Dark and Stormy

It's 2:00 p.m. and I've been out drinking.  I have been to two "taverns", I don't think they refer to their bars as bars here..which is good because I like the term tavern better.  I'm not drunk, just have a buzz...My friend took me to one tavern for lunch, and had a beer I've never had before..it was dark, it was good.  My friend said I needed to try a drink called a "Dark and Stormy"....so they  took me to another  tavern called the "Blue Comet".  It was cool..so cool.  It had a 1940's look with the chrome, and the naked picture of a pin-up behind the bar. There was a TV hanging in the corner, like TVs generally are in bars, but being a tavern, this TV was different because it was off, a sign was taped to the screen which read, "TALK TO THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU". The Dark and Stormy was sooooo good...one if the ingredients was ginger...and perhaps a lil too much was used because it had a bite in the back of my throat...but the drink hit the spot.  I wasn't sad while drinking the Dark the Stormy...so like the TV told me, I talked to the person next to me, and I was happy.

I Need To Recharge My Spirit

Well I've shoved a clean pair of underwear in my pocket...and I've programed my GPS with a "?" for a destination.   I think I'm going to head out for a few days.  I really don't know where, just head towards the highway and decide North or South when I get to the on-ramp.  I just need to go....I'm not in a good place mentally or emotionally, and finding it hard to recharge my spirit here...in this place. 

Philoso-Fact

Karl Marx worked as a journalist and struggled in his career because his views were so controversial, many newspapers were opposed to his views.  As a result, his family were quite poor.

Rescue Me

If you haven't watched Rescue Me before....please trust me on this, watch it.  Tuesday night, June 29 at 10:00 p.m. on FX. 

Jack

Jack has always been the man...well at least to me.

I Am Always Here For You

I didn't run, sorry if that is what it looked like....I am always here for you, always.  I love you.

"....she's always welcome to visit..."

The level of excitement I felt when I saw her walk from my room and into the living room, wearing my shirt and an old pair of underwear is hard to convey here. She’s so sexy, so cool, completely natural. I only remember snippets of that day. Smells, certain touches, her mouth, my hands, the ocean. The windows open, and her, trying to hold back a scream. The moaning lasting long into the night.



She went to europe for the summer, I move to New York next Tuesday. This is how these things go. I want to feel sad, but I know I won’t be. People pass through your life like cars on the freeway. Will I see her again? I’m not sure, but—and she knows this, she’s always welcome to visit.

http://http://www.sincesheleft.com/tagged/his

Your Inner Trekkiness

Okay...this is the theme song for "Enterprise", which in my humble opinion is the best of Star Trek TV series..es...I really like the actual theme song. I know you have some Trekkie in you..Ive sensed it...sooooo let it out...let it fly free.

Envy??? Me??

"Penis envy"??  I've never envied another man's penis in my life....well there was that black guy I roomed with in the Air Force....but that was more awe than envy....

The Reason I Drink...and Drink Heavily

When I'm sober, this is the kind of music I listen to....Hence I try not to be sober very often.

Yes

Yesssss "Band of Brothers" in on Spike today......"...Happy birthday to me...Happy birthday to me...wheeeeee"

I Am...

I am luckier than most people I think.  I have something that others would envy..something more precious than a lot of people would even hope to have.  I have a friend...someone who loves me, and someone I love.  She will be in my heart always, even after we both have moved on....The thought of her smile will always warm me inside. She is able to make humor an art...to move past a joke told....to turn normal, everyday events into a moment to laugh. She is rare in this world...someone to be protected...someone to be treasured.  Yes, I am luckier than most...if even for a moment.

In That Case...Karate Kid Will One Day Be God

See this is why I was never elected president of the chess club.

Khan Was An Ass

Why would this cool painting be on Geek Art??? I could see if it were Star Wars....

Meanie

Come on Captain Kirk, give the big guy his diseased penis back.

I'm Really Not An Idiot...I Swear.

Why is that when I go into the grocery store, its like setting foot in a completely foreign land to me???? I consider myself relatively bright, well relatively. So why is it that as soon as I enter the front door of a grocery store I turn into an idiot?? Can't find things....end up going back and forth across the store, and of course being a man not like I'm going to ask for any assistance.....this phenomenon is just mind boggling.

Friends

I have never really had "close friends".  I think that's because I grew up as an Army brat, and we literally moved every two years when I was growing up.  I hated moving, and saying goodbye to my friends....so as I grew older just became emotionally easier not to let anyone get that close.


Now there was a brief time when I would say I had some very good friends.  Everything you hear about "friends" in the military are true.  The best friends I have ever had, were the ones I had while in the Air Force. When you worked, and lived with the same group of people day in day out, whether you wanted to or not, you became friends. These were the people that would be there for you when you needed them....to lend you their car when you had a date and didn't have a car....to get drunk with...to take road trips to Lake Tahoe on the spur of the minute, and have to use the $100 you won for gas to get back home...things like that.

When I got out of the Air Force, I found out friendships were different. I found that I needed to put the wall back up.  Over the years since getting out of the military, I have become a small town person.  Don't get me wrong, for the most part I enjoy living in a small town, but they are inherently different then larger cities.  People grew up with one another, went through school together, and graduated high school together.  They have spent time, if you will.....

I have met some great people since moving since moving here.  Hopefully, I can live here for many years to come.  Will I ever have "good friends" again, I doubt it.  I have come to find, for me, friends only let you down.  I know I know that sounds sooooo cynical, and maybe to a point it is, but there was a time when I needed the help of my "friends" ...and the few people who know me, will tell you that for me to ask for help is a big deal, but when I needed the help of "friends", they weren't there. I don't hold grudges....nor do I get angry...I only get disappointed.  I  learned the difference between "friends and co-workers".

I do like to tell myself I have a good friend...someone who understands me, gets my jokes, but due to circumstances, this friendship is based more in emotion than reality, it's confined to a very limited, fragile existence .....well it's hard to explain.

This post sounds so cynical...but they are my thoughts, my observations.

Speaking Of K.D.

This version of Hallelujah is my all-time favorite deep song. If you shut your eyes and just listen, you won't be fixated on how ugly she is.

What????

Forget you????  Ohh I don't think that will ever be anything you need to worry about. I'd need to stop thinking about you to do that....Forget You????? Really now....

Tosh O Makes Me Giggle, But Im Drunk...mmm oh nothing..

It's Dark Out

If by accident someone accidentally wanders onto my page, this is going to really sound strange...so I apologize up front.

I think people need to realize how much of a positive affect they have on others.  Sure most people know they are able to touch the lives of their immediate family, and friends....but what most people don't know is that they have a positive affect on the lives of others as well. That's all I wanted to say.....

I will try to get back on track with this page tomorrow....hopefully.  I've been sorta, kinda in a funk for the past few weeks, but that's no one else's problem but mine...

Spiders + Vagina = Funny

Well my ex wife can longer claim that I'm the dumbest human being on the face of the planet anymore.

How do you get a spider out of your vagina? - Yahoo! Answers

Father's Day

Father's Day is not a celebration of being a father, any man can be a father....Father's Day is the celebration of knowing I have instilled in my children the strength needed not to win to the race, but to finish the race.  The strength to cross the finish line on their feet....to cross the finish line on their own terms, to finish the race with dignity.  For those times when they may lack the strength to continue, being a father means, they will know they are not alone...that their father will be by their side.  That is what Father's Day means to me.....

Father's Day

I think in honor of Father's Day tomorrow......I ll be one.

Rev Theory - Broken Bones

Intellectual Property My Ass

I would like to warn the bloggers that I follow.....I will be stealing your ideas throughout the day.  I know I know, "Intellectual Property"....but to be honest, after reading most of your alls blogs, not really sure how much intellect any of you actually have???  Oh don't get me wrong...I'm pretty much just this side of a walking illiterate myself, but I enjoy blogging....It's just that I lack the motivation to come up with my own ideas today.  Soooooo please be extra witty, thoughtful, and imaginative today, also if you could find some really cool pictures that would sure help too.

If you are really that upset...well, I really don't give a damn.

Signed
T-Bone

I know, I know It's The Thought That Counts

A sampling of past birthday gifts from my Dad and Step Mom:


1. A children's baseball themed hanging wall clock....

2. A plastic chip and dip bowl in the shape of a baseball glove...

3. A money clip (My three $1.00 bills kept sliding out so discontinued use)

4. This year....drum roll please...."An Idiots Guide To Philosophy"

I'm Glad Someone Likes Us

I happened upon this blog awhile back, and its hilarious.... She has this need to speak English, which cracks me up lol
I only recommend it because I think it's worth taking a look at....


http://lajki.blogspot.com/


" I need to go to a country where people speak english. Real, PROPER english.

And I need to go, like.. yesterday.... "

I didn't know Twitter had a braille version

Well I take the boys back to their mom's on Sunday...which means I'm on my own for a few weeks.  I'm glad there are terms like "anxious" and "anxiety", because my testosterone level is too high to use words like "scared" and "frightened".  I can't do Christmas again, not now.

Do you get the feeling that his GPS was a few secs late with the "You have reached your destination"???

Nothing is about us......it never had been, so don't feel bad.

Dr's Orders

My wellness Plan

Good With The Stupid

"Good with the stupid"...is such a great line. Into my box of lines it goes.  To get it in the box I ll have to throw out one of my other lines...which is okay because "as ta la vesta, baby" is probably ready to be put out to pasture.

I know exactly when I'm going to use it too.  When someone has one of those stupid human drunk moments, like getting drunk, then dancing on top of the bar with no pants on, hey good with the stupid.....When you get drunk and body surf down the stairs naked, another good with the stupid moment.

Now when you wake up the morning after a night of syphoning rubbing alcohol, and you have a tattoo that says "Stupid" on your forehead....in that case not so good with the stupid.

Zombie Cat

No Racial

In my attempt to further the cause of political correctness, I have decided to adopt the policy of saying "no racial" whenever I say something that might be construed as racial. By using this simple phrase, anything I say that could be misinterpreted will immediately be seen as an innocent statement.....here is an example of "no racial" implementation...."Hey Lu Wan San, your eyes sure are more slanted than most Chinese people...no racial".  Do you see how a simple question might have been taken out of context, but by adding two simple words....no misunderstanding.

Safety Tip

Done properly, it could save a life.

Karate Kid

Over the weekend I took my sons to see the new Karate Kid movie, and first of all let me just say this, by not having Elizabeth Shue at least make a cameo in it was a farce.

Let me give you a little of the plot....really cute black is forced to move to China, by mom who works for some Chinese company that gives them an apt...so on so forth.  First day in the land of forced child labor, cute black kid gets his ass beat, by a  kid who only speaks in broken English...but even so, I'm pretty sure he could kick Mr. Miagi's ass too.

To the rescue Jackie Chan (I thought he was Japanese????)....He trains cute black kid for some tournament where cute black kid beats the living daylights out of all comers (I'm going to vote for cute black kid for President).

(HINT):  During the tournament part of the movie...see how many lines were taken directly from the original.

The beginning was good...and ending was good, but way to much in the middle.  If you take kids, they will be bored.  My 10 year started playing peek-a-boo with himself during this part of the film.

I Lost My Dog To A Zombie

Ohhhh the zombies are out there, and they're comin....slowly, but they're a comin.

LOSER!!!!

Integrity??

I  was in the Air Force....worked corrections...even retail management....and with every last bit of honesty I have in me...the place I have worked with the least amount of integrity I have ever witnessed was in a small elementary school in Kentucky. I have never witnessed the positioning, nor quite frankly have I ever seen more noses up one person's ass in my life. In the end, in the final frame...they knew what it took to survive, what it took to wake up the next day.

When you have the privilege to meet someone with any amount of integrity, spend time with them....learn from them. It just seems these people are becoming more and more rare to encounter.

Oh and the rest? Fuck em....

Blah Blah Blah

I bought this at Target today....who fuckin cares right??

Before and After

Drama Free??

Darren, I bet you are sooooo much fun to party with...

It's Morning....All's Good

I apologize for the previous late night post.  I was going to remove it, but figured that would violate some unspoken bloggers code or something, besides suppose that is what these pages are for....bad with the good blah blah blah. 

Post With An Expiration Date

There have been days recently when I have wanted to shut down my Facebook page...say goodbye to Observations, and just be gone.  Facebook has become just a  toy, nothing of real consequence or value for me...and I'm beginning to loathe people on there.  It's not their fault, they haven't changed, I have, and not for the better.  Observations isn't filling the hole I had hoped...or needed. Today I asked someone else who blogs if it's hard for them to post the serious things on their blog....what I had really wanted to ask is if it ever gets hard to post the funny things, because it has for me.  I think I'm raising the drawbridge, and putting out the do not disturb sign. 

Stupid Questions-Stupid Answers

I have a black son...he's not African American (He's never been to Africa)...He's not "of color", he's just black. When he was younger he wanted to be white, but he's over that now...so he's black.  Having a black son has presented some prime opportunities for somone like me.  I have found when people would ask stupid questions, I would give stupid answers. 

"Why no Mr. Waiter, that black little boy in the stroller sitting next to us isn't ours, and you're right, someone just left him"....friggen moron.

"Nooooo Ms. Wal-Mart peon...he isn't a mongoloid...you fucking retard...now can I please see a manager?"

Stupid questions...stupid answers.

World Cup Trivia

While the USA has never won the World Cup, we do win the World Series almost every year.

I Have Come To A Major Decision

I've thought about it long and hard...Weighed the Pros and Cons...Evaluated the consequences and have decided that tonight, I'm going to drunk post.

I Wouldn't Smoke It

I don't know what it says, but something tells me it's not funny.

The Perfect Game

The Perfect Game would have been part of sports history, but the sportsmanship shown by these two men was a more important lesson.

The Stand

If I had a Top 10 of images from my lifetime, this would be number 1 without a second thought.

A Guide to Reading Flirting Body Language for Guys

A Guide to Reading Flirting Body Language for Guys



Look, I just want to know when a woman's body language says "I wanna get laid".

Sexist Corner

Well Macaulay, that's probably why you're home alone.

Come on, you know someone fell for it.

Just In Case Someone Didn't Think I Knew What A Friend Was

Entry Word: friend



Function: noun


Meaning: 1 a person who has a strong liking for and trust in another


Synonyms buddy, chum, comrade, confidant, crony, familiar, intimate, pal


Related Words acquaintance; associate, cohort, colleague, companion, fellow, hearty, hobnobber, mate, partner, peer; brother, sister; accomplice, ally, collaborator, confederate; benefactor, supporter, sympathizer, well-wisher; friendly

I know I know, I'm An Ass

I posted this yesterday, and it has been my cause for awhile.  Well I just figured the whole oil spill thingy had enough people behind it, so I decided to go another way.


http://louisville.craigslist.org/rnr/1784940942.html

A Dog's Life

Where is PETA when you need them?

WHATEVER

Well, I had to cancel my trip to Aruba today....bet you think that's funny huh?

A PARTY OF ONE

Now that I have literally 0, notta, zip, zilch viewers, I don't have to worry about grammar...spelling...or punctuation.  The whole "TO, TOO" thing was really wearing me out anyway....

MY SON SUCKS AT BASEBALL

My oldest son sucks at baseball...there I said it.  He has played baseball every year since T-Ball...and now after this season he will have aged out of the league.  He has played all of those seasons, but looks like he learned to catch last week. He is actually a decent hitter, but half the time will just stand there, and strike out without taking a swing.  He plays the required minimum amount of time, usually only bats once before being replaced.

Now, I would not have classified myself as a "jock" back in my day.  I did play little league all the way through, and honestly, was always one of the best players on the team.  I played high school baseball, and hated having to give it up when I graduated.  I did the whole softball thing in the Air Force, and on church teams

I will be completely candid and say I had a hard time coming to terms with the fact I have non-athletic sons. I suppose being a man, it's just hoped....no not hoped, expected that your sons would  love sports...love watching them, and love playing them.  I can honestly say none of my boys have a watched complete sporting event of any kind. 

All of my son's athletic issues made me an embarrassed father, a father who dreaded going to his son's sporting events...a father who would sit away from the parents of the teams stars.  In fact I would have to be honest, it's not until this season, that I finally understood...understood the problem wasn't my son's, it was mine, and I needed to take ownership of it.  He loves playing baseball.. in fact will tell you it's his favorite sport to play...even more than basketball,  and he is actually a decent player.  He has fun playing, has fun being put in Right Field, the Siberia of the baseball diamond. 

I now tell him to have fun... in fact check to make sure he is having fun.  He still receives all of the unsolicited advice on hitting he can stand, but ultimately just tell him to try his best and have fun.  Once I was able to own my own baggage, I am now having fun at his games right along with him.  It's just a shame it took me so long to do it.

Silver Surfer Is Still My favorite Superhero

I took my boys to Mr. Gatti's tonight, which I might add is a complete waste of money, while eating, an interesting question was put on the table.  My oldest son wondered if I could be any superhero who would I be?  My initial response was that I couldn't be Ironman because I'd get claustrophobic in the suit.  After what I thought was a thoughtful response, the boys took the question off the table and discussed it among themselves.


Pretty soon this superhero topic grew legs, and quite frankly took on a more philosophical angle.  It went from which superhero I'd want to be, to discussing are all superheros good? We discussed how The Incredible Hulk really isn't a legit good guy, due to the fact he has only been lucky not to have hurt or killed an innocent person.  Also he actually has fought both Wolverine, and Thor (trust me if you have young kids, these will be common known facts in a few years). My youngest determined that The Hulk, was ultimately a good/bad guy???


We also talked about The Silver Surfer (my personal favorite).  He is much more complex in that he has free will.  He sold himself into slavery, if you will, to save his planet.  Of course as things would have it, he was ultimately tricked, but still in the services of a planet eater.


Well we never were able to come to a definitive answer in regards to The Silver Surfer, due to the beckoning of video games from the game room. As I gave each of them their allotted game money....I couldn't help but think it won't be long before talks about superhero develop into talks about current events, and other worldly matters.


I will tell you this tho....every time I see that Ironman suit it freaks me out....

HOOKER AT POLICE STATION

".....well officer I didn't know I'd been raped until the check the bounced."

I got this out of one of my dad's Playboy magazines when I was kid. 

MY TRIP TO WALGREENS

Look, this one comes with a free necklace..cool.

Is it just me, or does this look like it could be interesting?

Moments

**Conversation with my youngest son, while he was playing DS"

Quinn: Dad?

Me: (Didn't hear him cause listening to my MP3)

Quinn: Dad????

Me: Yeah Quinn?

Quinn: What would you do with a $1000.00, and you couldn't get any change?

Me: I don't know... what would you do with it?

Quinn: I'd buy something small I wanted, but save the rest.

Me: Good for you...Now whose son are you??

Quinn: giggled and went back to playing DS....


This was an actual conversation....

PERPLEXED

I follow a blog on Tumblr...and I think I like Tumblr better than Blogger.  Should I switch?  If I do, do I take my posts from here with me, or begin anew there?  Did I sign a contract with Blogger that prohibits me from moving my posts to rival blog site? Would the blogger I follow on there, take this move as an afront???

Damn you Tumblr damn you

TWITTER BETTER WATCH OUT THERE ARE TWO OF US NOW

If I read things correctly...and my reading is pretty damn good, mezzz thinking my best friend is about to be my Twitter compadre, pal, sidekick, again :)

When I say Clap, I'm Not Talking About Putting Your Hands Together

Speaking of the crabs....does anyone know anything about the Clap??? 

BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER YOU SHOULD KNOW

- I'm a Trekkie...I saw the new Star Trek movie the day it came out.  My personal favorite Star Trek series is Enterprise, and consider Next Generation inferior in regards to the other Star Trek's.
- I am capable of crying during sad movies.
- I enjoyed The Notebook, well I did.
- I don't like eating in my car...When I go to Sonic we eat sitting on my tailgate.
- I have a collection of John Wayne movies.
- First album was a Chicago album, given to me by older, more interesting brother.
- I've seen Tom Petty and yes liked him.
- I think the Verve Pipe are full of shit and the song The Freshman is about a girl who committed suicide.
- I have the theme to Rawhide on my MP3.
- I love a good sunset, and will stop what Im doing to watch it.
- I am able to find an interesting article in any women's magazine I pick up.

Comments?? Please???

Comments....Please?? To anything...I actually felt that my Twitter post was a work of art, worthy of a movie deal.  Just some comments would do wonders.....

DID SOMEONE ASK FOR PISS??

So this is Budweiser's secret ingredient....

Do People Really Call Them Shakers?

I just read an article on salt and pepper shaker collecting...like I ever knew there was such a thing.  I wish I could say I made it past the first paragraph before my eyes turned every word into "blah blah blah..".  I have an ugly set sitting on my kitchen window sill... get rid of them??? Oh I don't think so ;)

                "Like I ever stood a chance with a HOT chick like that...but holy shit she's got great legs...."

                                                                                                 T-Bone

Balloon Found

"Well God, Im at the water's edge, and no balloon...but I see that pretty woman over there found one. Look at her,  her gorgeous daughter...such a beautiful family :)  Good choice God..she looks like she could use the renewed faith more then me anyway.  Something tells me they will be just fine...yes, good choice God. 

I think Im just going sit here at the water's edge... watch the sunset, and think of better days. Yes Lord, very good choice :)"

Doug

I NEED A BALLOON

Dear Lord,
I'm heading for the surf...please let me find my balloon before I get there.

Your Friend,
Doug

I'VE USED THE WORD CLITORITIS

I am have a conundrum (used only to impress you). I recently discovered I am 2 people...Yes I said 2 people. When I say 2 people, I don't mean in a "Julia" kinda way (googled for names other than Sybil, she has gone through enough)...What I am saying is that, I have a dark side, and Twitter is where I let it out to run free...

I am on Facebook....a perfectly respectable page, with pictures of my kids etc. I have just over 100 friends, had more at one time, but conducted a purge which would have made Stalin proud. My page doesn't stand out among other pages....a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence if you will....Now I should tell you that I have set strict policies for myself in regards to how business on my page will be conducted, for example: 1) I will not post mundane information about my day, or life on it. My goal is for you leave my page knowing nothing more about me then when you first came through my door. 2) I will not hap-hazardly allow unknown people onto my page....The admittance of minors will be on a case by case basis. 4) If friends post too many asinine comments, they will be denied further access to my page. Well you get the idea.....point being my page is run like a Jewish country club...pretty strict. I was going through my Facebook life, pretty damn content thank you very much.....well that was until......

Before I go on, it must be said that at one time I thought Twitter as rediculous....a complete waste of time. I mean come on, a place where you let others know what you're doing at any given random moment???? Pretty damn stupid if you ask me.....

It needs to be said that I have a female clone....If she stopped shaving her legs, she'd be me, and if I stopped being embarressed everytime I accidently went down the tampon section at Kroger, I'd be her. What I'm saying is that I trust her opinion on most matters. One day, she says "Doug, you need to get on Twitter, you'd be good at it.." She was savvy enough to know that by saying I'd be good at anything meant I'd be signed up within the hour......hence I was signed up that very afternoon.

Since that day...since that fateful afternoon, a new, dark....unknown door has opened up within me. Basically Twitter is Facebook without all the crap...just status updates, which are my bread and butter. I am unknown on Twitter...no family...no stick up their ass friends....no kids.....Twitter is a cyber playground with free admission. If Twitter sold beer, I'd never leave. I am using words on there that I never imagined in my wildest dreams ever being able to use.....I've written things on there that would make my mom turn over in her grave, and she's not dead yet!!!

Well I still have my respectable Facebook page, where friends send me requests to become their neighbor on Farmville...or need help "whacking" a mafia kingpin...but I now have a "man-cave", a place where I can let the darkside of me out...to roam...to feed...and I like it.

"In comradeship there are no demands on the self...."

Chris Hedges

HOMEBOUND

As I sat in the crowded terminal on Incirlik AB, Turkey... I had a lot going through my mind. I had just finished a 2 year tour...2 years, in which I experienced a failed marriage, 2 years in which I sent a beautiful 1 year old little girl back to the states with her mother...never to live under my roof again.....2 years in which I went through the Gulf War, and experienced everything from a chemical attack, to capturing a deserting enemy soldier. Working such long hours I honestly don't remember when I slept.

I sat in the ramshackle wooden terminal building, filled with others whose tours had come to an end, and now it was our turn to board the "Freedom Bird", that we all saw land each and every Friday to pick up homebound service men and women. The room was filled not only with those going home, but those who had served with them. There were hugs, laughter...and tears. I sat alone...no one was there to see me off. This Friday night, my flight (co-workers) was on duty. Our job was to provide security for the aircraft on the tarmac, and the fighter jets parked in hardened shelters...and yes to provide security for the nuclear weapons kept on a remote part of the base. It was an important and vital job, no one was expected to come see me off.....

Finally the moment had come...It was time to leave and walk out to the tarmac, climb the stairs and go home...oh yes go home. As we filed out into the night...I stopped....My eyes couldnt believe what I saw there waiting for me. Lining the few hundred feet between the terminal and the 747 were humvees....standing in front of them were the men and women I had come to call the best friends I have ever had in this world...the friends I worked endless hours with...the men and women I got drunk with on more occasions then I am able to remember. The men and women I sat with during times of personal tragedy. They were all there...for me...to see me off. I shook hands and hugged each and every one as I walked to the plane. I boarded the plane..and came home, never to see any of them again.

Tomorrow, I leave another "tour of duty" of sorts....I leave a place I have spent the last 4 years working in, and caring about. I will pack my personal belongings...I will walk out the door...walk to my truck..and I will drive home.