Hurry Home

Uncle Derbs leaves for Afghanistan tomorrow.

I’ve been sitting here staring at this stupid blinking cursor for a long time, and words are failing.

I can talk all day long about baby poop, but there aren’t words in the dictionary for how much we love and will miss you. So, I’m settling for these:

Be safe.
Hurry home.
No tattoos.

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3 thoughts on “Hurry Home

  1. Ha! That is funny – when my dad joined the army during Vietnam his mom told him not to come home with a wife or a tattoo đŸ™‚ Luckily he did not get sent to VN. Be safe Kirby and thanks for your service!

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