We'll spend it on Hartwell as always and the weather is looking favorable.
What are y'all's plans?
This time of year I can't help thinking of my wife's granddaddy.
Clemson class of '39. Went to Texas for infantry school and brought back a Texas gal as his wife. He loved that his granddaughter did the same - went to Texas for grad school and brought back a Texas fella as her husband.
He rose to Major in the 101 A/B - led men through D-Day, Holland, Bastogne.
He had so many close calls it was hard to count them all. A German grenade that wiped out the guys behind him on D-Day. An ack-ack tracer that burned his face but missed his head waiting to jump into Holland. Bastogne and the snow and the hunger and the misery.
He also told me he came home from Europe feeling the weight of all the friends and boys he'd been responsible for who didn't survive. Said it plagued him for years, decades even.
Had PTSD but of course didn't know it. He just choked it down and got on with living.
War is a hell of a thing.
Thanks to any of you who still mourn someone who didn't get to come home, and to them for being willing to die for the rest of us.