Route march has juz got a new meaning... At least to me it has... Walking alone frm marine parade all the way to home was not a short walk, not too long either, but it certainly felt like the good old days, with Baby as the field pack, my own back as the rifle... It was no doubt lighter than how it was during the days of green, but it felt juz like it, except i was alone... That fact itself made the whole walk all the more worth the trip...

I know i am aching everywhere now, but i still insist that i was right in attempting the crazy... It gave me time to think, to say the least... To think back on things that happened in the past, and treasure the moments... I know, i must be crazy... But that's me...