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Saturday, March 8
I don't want to go to war. I don't think most people do. I don't even think Americans do. Yet, here we go again. Historians years from now will think one of two thoughts - either similar stuff to Panama (we went we came home, oh, and we won) or, well...
I had another great day - went to Sultan's Tent to celebrate Allie's birthday, watched a movie, and had a lot of nookie. All good things. Perhaps too much information for some of you, but it was a good time. Well, except for the war watching. I'm off to bed, and I know I've been neglecting you poor blog. Serious blogging tomorrow and Monday awaits. Just if I can get the Soviet war machine off its arse in Hearts of Iron. posted by Duncan @ 11:46 PM
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