Taz is back….Yeah, I had that spacey “What the fuck happened….Where am I at now….” look, too….A 9 hour time change does’nt help….Used to fuck with the Missus’ mind when I was up in the middle of the night looking for my weapon, vest, and helmet in case we got hit again and had to haul ass for the bunker….
….It was a nice ride out to see you….
….the weather was nice. Cool, windy, but nice. Most the leaves were still green, Grasslands mostly brown….Typical Kansas weather; can’t make up its mind what season it is. The big inch motor had its reassuring rumble. Speedo shows 75, tach 2800. Gradually climbing, gaining altitude as we head west. Don’t even have to downshift, but do have to stay on the throttle bucking strong winds. After a nights stay in Hays, off to Ellis. The cold, fresh air feels good after the stuffy rooms. Thoughts drift back to the conversations with warrior brothers the night before….The bullshit really flies….Or was it?….The staccatto thump-thump-thump of the fifties, The loud popping bursts of the SAWs, the ground shaking crunches of the mortars and rockets, the screams of the F-16s coming of the runway with afterburners lit….and lots of boredom, isolation, stress, lonely….and fear….
Ellis is typical small town America….Quiet, many buildings boarded up….A testament to the fucking morons that have run and are running this great nation….The ghosts still haunt the old VFW hall….The old photos that cover the walls show we ain’t the only ones that have “Been There, Done That….
Good to see you and yours Bro….And welcome home….