Back home, in bed this morning with the comforter well over my shoulders, almost over my head and the cat at my side, I thought of something we all said in the Iraqi desert.
It’s all good.
Sig Christenson
Things are indeed good, starting with the central heating system in my home and the hot gourmet coffee brewed as I slept. Life in this old house is so much better than what we had while with the Texas Army National Guard at FOB Ghazni in December, or the big base at Balad where these past few years you walked a half-mile to drink Green Beans coffee, or at the Park Palace Hotel in Kabul and that dinky space heater – the one I had to push three inches from my bed so I could stay warm every night this icy winter.
