Our neighborhood recently welcomed an Army Captain home from Iraq by placing flags, signs and other patriotic items on windows, doors and mailboxes. He's home, but only for two weeks.
He's an Army MP officer who is working to help train Iraqi police. Last month he was wounded during a mortar attack, and after recovery was sent home for two weeks leave. He's doing just fine, and I saw him yesterday morning out jogging. I'm sure both he and his family and close friends enjoyed their time together over the Thanksgiving Holiday period, but time goes way too fast under such circumstances, and now it's time for him to return to the combat zone.
His tour of duty over there is up next February, and if all goes well he'll be returning home maybe for good. He's been thinking about whether or not to stay in the Army, but has yet to make up his mind. I wish him well in that regard, but more importantly I'm looking forward to having another neighborhood welcome home celebration, which I'm sure can't come soon enough for him.
