I was communicating on Facebook with my friend, Jon, when he wrote something that stuck with me:
“There’s something inherently wrong with saying ‘Happy’ Veterans day.”
I don’t think he was trying to say that people in the military aren’t happy with serving. Truth is, I like my job.
But, I think he was trying to say something I do agree with … although I’m individually happy, there’s not much “happiness” in the ‘stan. And, I think it is safe to say that I would be “happi-ER” if I were home.
I took the picture above while flying in the back of a Chinook helicopter a few days ago. I was planning to make today’s blog post about that experience.
But right after I posted the pic, we were attacked by incoming rocket fire (again.) I could hear the explosions and feel them shake my hut. Me and a friend rushed out to check on the rest of our team (we do a head-count every time we got rocketed.) As we walked around, we saw lots of other troops huddled around the safety bunkers. (Sometimes, for safety, we run under the bunkers when we hear rockets coming in.)
Luckily, we’re all okay.
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ “Happy” Veterans day is a bad choice of words.