My birthday passed here without any notice, though folks back home sent cards and gifts. Many thanks to all of you!
Anyway, that night I was feeling a bit blue, so I knew the cure for that was to have dinner with some of the Soldiers in my unit. Being the Chaplain, I have a lot more latitude to just barge in on a table full of Enlisted personnel, and I like that!
So I spotted a few of my Soldiers, and went to sit with them. As usual they welcomed me graciously, and I enjoyed the meal.
It wasn't my mom's cooking, that's for sure! No roast leg of lamb with her special mint dressing (no mint-flavored apple jelly in *her* house!); no fresh-off-the-stalk Brussels sprouts; and certainly no home-made (from home-grown) rhubarb pie for dessert. (I can't wait to get home!)
But I was in good company, and felt grateful to be here and with them.
I love my job.
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ