Last year, I hijacked Bill's blog in honor of his birthday. I'm still laughing over those fake memories of good times with Bill.
This year, I'd like to do something different. As you probably know, being deployed to a war zone with the US military means many sacrifices. Bill is away from his family, which is awful, of course. He's eating cafeteria food. There is no priest where he is, so he hasn't been to Mass in weeks. And the moldy cherry on the top of this dung pile?
No beer.
This coming Sunday, Bill turns 41. He won't wake up in a soft bed next to his wife. His kids won't charge in with homemade birthday cards. He won't have good home cooking catered to his personal taste. He won't go to Mass, and he won't kick back with a nice cold brew on a hot summer afternoon.
But we can do all those things. So, sometime in the next week, have a drink and toast Bill and all the other soldiers who are away from home. Say a prayer for his safety, and for my sanity. And leave a note here (it will go to his email) telling him exactly what drink you're having in his honor. He prefers beer, but it can be whatever you like, even ice cold lemonade.
