It’s been a very long week and a long Friday night. I have the house to myself. It’s quiet and lonely.

It was a scary day today in terms of the War in Iraq. A lot of Marines were killed or injured, and my mother got a phone call from Camp Lejeune about it. We were afraid it was my brother’s platoon but, thankfully, it wasn’t. Unfortunately, my mom does know some of the families of those who died or were wounded.

She makes quilts with other “Marine moms” through the Blue Star Mothers organization and delivers them to the parents of the fallen. I’m sorry to say that far too many quilts have been made and that countless others will undoubtedly follow. Life is too short as it is.

I’ve lit the candles on the kitchen table tonight for my brother. Come home soon, buddy. I love you and miss you. Bravo Zulu.

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