I guess my life is pretty boring over here since all of my good war stories seem to center around things that I see while I’m out running. The other day I was running near one of the canals when I heard something rustling in a tree over my head. I looked up and saw some type of critter. It was black and about the size of a large dog—but heavier. A bear? Maybe? It was pretty dark. I know that this was a hunting club at one point and that bears are indigenous to some parts of Iraq. I guess I could either look it up in Wikipedia to find out what it was or I could take my gun with me the next time I go running and shoot the thing—I can always claim I saw a sniper.
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David: Dad read all your blogs to Grandpa when he was up there. These will be a permanent record of your time there for all of us. Wish we could hear more of what you are doing, but I guess you really can't say much. Dad sent the picture of you with O'Reilly back to his show with one of your blog comments. Maybe, just maybe, it will make O'REilly's show. Things OK here. I'm involved with some intrigue of my own, just trying to help a woman who is in trouble. Life isn't easy, and she desperately needs someone on her side. Guess we all do. That's what God is for. You are right, no atheists in foxholes! Love, Aunt A.
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