(Un)Tie a Yellow Ribbon

The goofball has landed.

Baby bro (not really a baby at almost 34–he has a birthday coming up!) is back on American soil after nearly a year at the spa-like locales of Ad Diwaniyah and Mosul, Iraq. He’s looking forward to real barbecue and being able to drive to the 7-11 without getting shot at. We’re just glad to have him home and in one piece this time. The last time he was in Iraq, he came home with a plate and seven screws in his arm, so we’re happy that this tour has resulted in no further hardware or ventilation.

I’m proud of him.