Flags at Night

I know I haven't written in a while. It feels like nothing new is happening to write about. Things change, but the new things are just like the old things. The only change I really notice are the flags I walk past every night when I leave the office. The same flags seem to go up and down. The American flag tends to stay at half mast.



Here's a picture of me and an American cop I used to work with. We are standing next to some explosive material that our afghan team seized before it could be turned into IEDs. Mark has gone home now. He's probably sitting around just "fanning his balls" as the he liked to say.