Finally back home.

What a past week and a bit.   This was an unexpected trip. Hopefully, God can help me recover.

One of the things I realized is how out of shape I have gotten.  This old man can’t do the kinds of things I could do as a young man.

It was good being around patriots.

Got home later than expected but I’m home now, my quiet life can hopefully resume.

No pictures to show, sad but necessary. I want to forget what had to be done.

Now I’m angry at someone who challenged me to “be a man” and tell them I didn’t want to talk with them.  That fucking pissed me off.  The fact they even think I’m that kind of person shows me how little they honestly think of me.

That comment nearly brought me to tears; not just out of anger, but the frustration from receiving comments like that from the very people I swore my entire life to protecting.  It makes me want to hate people and stop what I do, but I can’t, that’s not who I am.

I don’t talk about my past, and won’t about parts of my future because there are times where I have to fly under the radar.

Possible reactivation again, I don’t have the heart to say no if asked.

Fuck, I can’t write right now.  I’m angry and need to decompress.  I’ll try and write later tonight around my usual time.

May God bless those patriots who will never see another sunrise.

MJG