tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34744429.post6776082425396775208..comments2023-11-19T06:49:06.290-05:00Comments on Riding With Mud: What Did I Want and When Did I want it.MUDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210979052443058111noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34744429.post-25744183458087973292008-07-15T11:02:00.000-04:002008-07-15T11:02:00.000-04:00Any time a man can look back and say Mission accom...Any time a man can look back and say <I>Mission accomplished</I> he's done alright!<BR/><BR/>Great blog! You and Jenni have got me thinking now .... guess sometime tonight I'll have to put a word or two together.Dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00779350979133869704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34744429.post-2512477169724638972008-07-15T00:36:00.000-04:002008-07-15T00:36:00.000-04:00You were drafted the month I was born! My Dad was...You were drafted the month I was born! My Dad was in the army then. He was stationed in Germany at that time. Only E4 and above could have their families on base. So my parents had an apartment off base. In Feb '67, my older sister was electrocuted by a space heater that wasn't even turned on. She was 20 months. The army sent us home to the states and a few months later my Dad was sent to Korea. He never did go to Viet Nam. My mom's cousin went to Viet Nam... we were close to their family. He never got over whatever it was that happened to him over there and killed himself in 1989. His name was George and he was so sweet.<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you made it through and that you've gotten to the place where you are cruisin' in the slow lane. You need to get on that book MUD!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com