Good morning, Vietnam, Er, oops I mean Afghanistan!

Again we run…

Around and around we go. Like chickens with our heads cut off…

Singing “Leaving On A Jet Plane, Don’t Know If I’ll Be Back Again”…

Shred that paperwork, no time to pack those bags, keep your head down and run like hell….for the ones we illegally attacked (twenty years ago), want our heads for trophies…

Good morning, Vietnam, Er, oops I mean Afghanistan!

WtR

PS: After 20 years, we are giving back Afghans a ruined country! Sound familiar?

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.