At about 1:15 Friday morning Cap'n Crunch (a.k.a. Big Brother) called as his plane was taxiing to a stop in good old KY (the state, not the jelly). I was call #2, mom was call #1 as she should have been. I imagine most of you have never had the honor of hearing a bunch of GIs as they touchdown on their way back from war, or disturbance, or whatever they happen to call it. This is the second time I've had the honor and it''s something you never forget. I wish I had a recording, not so much of him, but of the background with everyone whooping and hollaring....It's an amazing moment. And a moment I hope we don't have to do again EVER.....but, well, we'll see. If you recall Cap'n Crunch is a general contractor by trade, he builds houses when not playing GI Joe....he owned his own business but had to give it up when called active so he's coming home to no job in a crappy economy and is considering going back over as a civilian for the next year or so. BLAH. I hate my ex-sister-in-law....but that's a very long story.
So, Cap'n Crunch is now in Wisconsin debriefing and such (You, yeah you, you Wisconsin girl out there...if you see a slightly short but cute shaved almost bald army captain walking the streets feel free to give him a big wet one....even if it's not big bro it'll make his day) and will be home Tuesday!!! Woohoo!! Needless to say we're very happy and Connor is practicing his "kung fu moves" to lay out on Cap'n Crunch at the airport. And now that it's all over, I cry every time I talk about him, go figure.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers when we shipped him off last year.