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Yea my SYF hat I never leave home without it. Wanted to put this out there pictures are more personal than just words or avatars. Got about two more months on this trip. run run run for the roses

Hey now- thanks for all your replies to this pic. It really means alot makes one feel close when so far away. 43 days left on a 15 month turn. If there's snow in MO when I get back think doing naked snow angels would be appropriate, well maybe til the cops come and take me away, ho ho he he they're coming to take me away haha to the funny farm aaaa woops anyway thanks. I wonder how much has changed, like will I be shot on sight for lighting a smoke. say can I have some of your purple berrys,- yes I've been eating them 6-7 weeks now, haven't got sick once, probably keep us both alive.

Got about 17 more days left. Still seems like forever. I do have faith but one tune keeps singing in my head, "Nothings for certain, it can always go wrong", but on a happier note checkedout info for "Gathering of the Vibes" for July 2009. Close to my original home, Any of freak brothers and sisters plan on going? looks to be a good ole east coast bop. I'm gonna go for it , it's for sure.

johnman- 2yrs 10 months looking forward to it. But still a way's off then who knows will probably start teaching scuba. Maybe I can save the world with a beer can. Any ideas. 20 yrs is enough. Been awfully adventurous though. been all around this world. Think I gonna just do alot of festing and let loose for a while anyway still a few years out. Looking to buy some land and that in Maine. Maybe start a Deadhead refuge lots of heads in Maine, NH, VT. But will probably be in Asscrackistan next year though. Fuck, oh well freedom isn't free.

As much as this place is a real shithole. The sky tonight is really beautiful. Not sure if everyone can see what I'm looking at. Is a cool clear sky here in the land of the crescent moon. It is tonight a crescent moon with Venus in the northwest corner and Jupiter to the north east. It really is a site. If it is like this tomorrow night I'll try to get a picture. It is really bright and clear really something to see. Anyway just thought I throw this out there. Counting stars by candlelight Some are dim but one is bright The spiral light on Venus Rising first and shining best Oh, from the north-west corner Of a brand new crescent moon

especially the part about a "son" I an surely relate. Hope to be home this year for xmas. The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." " So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."