My brother-in-law, Sam, who serves in the Army, was standing in my doorway. The last time we saw Sam was last summer, before his tour in Iraq, which he recently returned from.This photo doesn't do him justice. My Lumberjack is 6'2", so that gives a better idea how big this kid is.
Sam is 6'9" and I feel like a shrimp standing next to him.
He's an Army Ranger, and I couldn't be more proud of him.
Something you should know about all of the men in the Lumberjack's family is they stick their tongues out when they're deep in thought.
It entertains me.Sunday, after we went out to our favorite Mexican food joint, Jalapenos, the Lumberjack and I took Sam to Fred's in Old Town San Diego for some margaritas. He told us about his experience in Iraq and, despite what the media says about the war, Sam had a very different take.
He told us how he didn't mind being over there. Granted, he was only there for four months--the Rangers' mission are generally more intense, so they are stationed abroad for shorter periods--Sam generally had a positive outlook on his travels.
He told us he had learned to speak some Iraqi, got to play video games, went on some missions, and got shot at but remained safe. He said Iraq seemed to be turning around and their efforts there seemed very positive....a very different take than we often hear.
Thursday, he goes to Georgia for more Ranger school and then will potentially be deployed again. The thing that really stinks about his deployment is we never know where he will be until he gets back. Last time, we knew he was somewhere overseas "in the sandbox" but didn't know it was Iraq until he was safely on American soil.
But, until then, we all enjoyed having Sam back. And, you can see how proud my in-laws and husband are of their Army Ranger.
We will miss you, Sammy.
Hoorah!
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