He's Baaaackkk!

Whooohooo! He landed at Newark Airport at 1:30 this afternoon! (He left Iraq Thurs. morning -- Wednesday evening our time). I have to wait a week to see him, but he called as soon as he was boots on the ground! I don't know how to explain it, but the conversation was so light and different than the ones from Iraq (sigh).

I asked him about the best part of being home ... He said, "It doesn't smell here... and I don't have to worry whether someone wants to shoot me." He was really humbled by the number of people in Atlanta and Newark that patted him on the back, shook his hand and thanked him -- and the man that insisted he take his first class seat! He was, however, a little bummed that he couldn't drink the beer someone bought him on the plane -- he thanked the man but told him he couldn't drink in uniform (there was a Major seated behind him -- just his luck!) But I was assured that the situation (the beer, not the Major) would be remedied at the party being given for him this evening!

Just thought I'd spread a little of my happiness...

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