When I originally planed the Myrtle Beach trip, it was the last time I would see him before the war.  The battle plan was for major fighting for 120 days.  The textile  factory in our hometown had received an order for 5,000 American casket flags, which was a little distressing.  When the trip eventually came  around, the "major fighting" had been declared over.  It was still great to see him.  I was also very glad to hear that he will be training for the special forces for the next year.  It is now in the country's best financial interest to keep him alive.


I call him "Recon" now.


I was so worried about the camp sight.  I wanted to get us a hotel, but there were no rooms left.  I told him about the tent and he responded:
"Yes! A tent!"  Apparently he was used to sleeping outside in the rain with only a rag over his face.


Recon actually let me take a few posed pics of him.


Still, I had to bother him.