Beating the Drum, Slowly
My Father’s Day was lovely, as, I hope, was yours.
"Your one-stop source for improper ideology and freedom seeds."
You really never leave
My Father’s Day was lovely, as, I hope, was yours.
That, right there, is where I spent the first four years of my flying career: Vance AFB in Enid, Oklahoma.
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.
I’m not sure what’s up with this Phoenix Driver patch.
You probably think I’m being immature. Have you met any fighter pilots lately?
I have a German Caboose, it is quite a swell affair and I live right in it, so I am always at home.
Journamalism these days!
My suspicion, all along, has been that the leaked documents are assessments of military capabilities and key government/military leaders prepared by military attachés attached to American embassies overseas. Gathering that kind of intel and reporting on it is a key part of any attaché’s job — ours and theirs.