we lost yet another game tonight, but its so much fun that i'm ok with it. there really isnt much going on thats post worthy, but i did want to share this photo: the third from left (back row) is my uncle mick in vietnam in 1968. he was 19 and the squad leader and the kid in the middle without his shirt on didnt come back from the ambush they were preparing to go on in this photo. stuff like that just absolutely blows my mind. at 19 i was spending too much time drinking cheap vodka and pretending i liked my philosophy class. i can't imagine what he did, and what men and women have, do, and will do every day. it almost makes me sick to my stomach. and yet proud. also i still havent slept well and its driving me crazy.