Good evening, fellow kinksters!
To day is a very solemn day for some (only about 6% of the population) but, hopefully, a good day for a great number more. Memorial Day always finds me in a somewhat fluid mood, depending on what I happen to be thinking at the moment.
I smiled when I thought about how Al used to pretend to smoke just feel included with ‘the boys’.
I felt a flash of anger when I thought about how great a guy John was and how selfless he was.
I felt a tinge of sadness thinking about how much Kevin loved being with his guys.
I felt the rush of panic when I got the rest of Chads crew to the field hospital and was not allowed to go back and try to help.
All of these emotions and memories bounced around my head and I told people funny stories about each of them, feeling as though I might turn around and the would be there.
But they weren’t. Memories. I miss you, fellas.
Max
