Tag: Afghanistan

in which I tell you about my fourth

I used to love the 4th of July. It’s not that I get all Lee Greenwood about things- I really dislike that song, by the way, it creeps me out for a variety of reasons- I don’t. I was in the military, but I’m not a flag- wavy sort of person. Being in the military probably made me less of…

ache

A very dear friend went back to Afghanistan this week. It hurts. I miss Afghanistan, some times. Not the part where I’m away from my friends and family and home, but the mountains and the mornings and the smell of the place, and this friend, who was there with me. It feels as though the universe is trying to kill…