Pomp and circumstance…

Want to know how I picture my husband’s homecoming? He gets off the bus, we embrace, he hugs my folks, grabs his gear, and we load up Mom’s minivan where Josh and I make out in the back seat until we are safely deposited at our home. I change into something more comfortable while he washes the Iraq stink off in a shower in his own home…

Generals, Commanding Officers, and elected officials like inflicting torture on soldiers and their families. Yes. They have these things called “Welcome Home Ceremonies.”

Sigh.

No one had better speak longer then 2 minutes is all I’m saying.