'The true Soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because He loves what is behind him.' -G. K. Chesterton

28 July 2013

Sunday Kipling

Missed last week so I hereby acknowledge I owe you all at least one additional Kipling post somewhere down the line. Seeing as how I'm pretty lazy, bordering on narcoleptic (and I'm feeling pretty nappy right about now) I hope you'll settle for just one today.

We're all recovering nicely though we did have a flash flood yesterday. I'll post some pics and video next week. It was a real gully washer. The house is now posted and the open house is tomorrow. Lu and I are doing our best to simply let things unfold as they are supposed to and trying not to stress out. To that end I think it's BBQ time today. We have some nice chops in the freezer and I think they're just what the doctor ordered.

We're missing DO and the kids something fierce but it won't be long before we see them again. In the meantime I will kiss my best gal, scratch my best buddy and enjoy a beautiful Sunday as it was meant to be. I wish you all love and peace today and every day.
Six

This poem is dedicated to my brothers and sisters caught in the storm in Great Britain. Especially Ex Bootneck. Hang in there my brother.

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5 comments:

Old NFO said...

That is another great one! Thanks!

Brighid said...

Beautiful, Thank You!

Six said...

Thanks guys!

Ex Bootneck said...

Waxing lyrical in the wee hours GMT

Yours Aye

Six said...

Sleep was nowhere to be found Bootneck. I know you know how that is. I seem to have lost that old soldiers ability to sleep when and where needed. Man, I'm getting old.