I say this with a lot of trepidation, because tomorrow isn’t a holiday, but there’s no other way to headline this. Its a solemn reminder of those we lost and for those who returned, but left a piece of themselves in some third world shit hole and still struggle everyday still fighting their demons. Respect to my fellow BA vets who served and in a lot of ways suffered thru their tour. Thanks to all those who support military families, because their sacrifice is quite real, and they need our support. As always a prayer for my Uncle Tony killed in Sicily. One for my uncle Danny wounded on a black sand sulfurous hell hole called Iwo Jima. My son currently deployed again who will again miss the holidays in some shit hole 15,000 miles from his family, who suffers from PTSD from his first tour in Afghanistan. I’m just war weary as a father, I want it to end. Prayers to all.