Day 100...a milestone.

The countdown is on in earnest, now. As of today, there are only 100 days left until my baby comes home. This has been the longest wait of my life, and it has taught me nothing if not patience.

Seems like when I first started blogging, I was far closer to 1000 days than I was 100. There's been a lot of water under the bridge since then. And in this season of Thanksgiving, no one is more profoundly grateful that from today forward, we will be in double digits.

We are truly blessed.

Day 106....with deepest thanks to our vets, and in memoriam for those who are no longer with us.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

God bless all the brave souls who have laid it all on the line for our sake in the name of Liberty.



Piper William Bill Millin playing the bagpipes. Bill Millin was the Piper of the 1st Special Service Brigade, and was amongst the more noticeable men to land on the Normandy Beaches on the 6th June as he played the Brigade ashore with his bagpipes.