Walking up the stairs to my home in Baumholder was a delight.
Outside our door Monica had place a wonderful red sign, welcoming me back home. After a minute of seeing the children again after ten months, we were able to pick up and have a wonderful afternoon.
The house is nonstop from morning until night–it never stops. At all.
I had to laugh last night as I went to sleep listening to German artillery hit the range near Baumholder. It is funny that the sound the same in Iraq and in Germany. I just feel a little safer hearing the artillery when they are just shooting at targets, rather than at somebody.
