Even the Best Laid Plans. . . .

I consider myself a pretty decent “planner.” I tend to try to anticipate all possibilities with any specific situation and then plan accordingly. I probably overdo it in some areas and don't plan enough in others. Planning helps keep things in perspective. Needless to say, for someone who likes to anticipate and plan- these last four years have been quite the challenge.

We thought we had some “dates.” Plane tickets were bought, a car was reserved, and hotel reservations were made. The exercise of putting the trip together was a challenge in itself. Was the finish line really that close?

Well, things changed last week. At this point, we aren’t sure what our “dates” really are. I can’t go into details- suffice it to say we’re on hold until we hear otherwise (we aren’t cancelling/changing our original schedule just yet, we just need to wait).

Lu and I are doing ok. We’re naturally tired and frustrated but that doesn’t even compare to the frustration that the guys 7,000 miles away must be feeling. So we’re trying to suck-it-up. We told Brian we would adjust to whatever happens. As we've said throughout this journey, we still have to stay positive and take it just one day at a time. The most important thing is that he and his buddies return to us safe. The rest is irrelevant.

Just posting some of my favorite “older” pictures of Brian at Camp Pendleton (I believe these were when he was at the School of Infantry- seems like a lifetime ago.)



Kicking Down Doors And
Big Guns
Brian is On The Right

A New Marine

In The Field

As things become clearer we will certainly let you know. Just keep the positive thoughts and prayers flowing to Afghanistan- and hopefully we’ll hear something soon.

Semper Fi