POW/MIA Day

On the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month for ever, lest we forget.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-- John McCrae

Premature confusion, that was.

Turns out Bria didn't check her mail till about 9am this morning, which is why she didn't meet us last night before Jane Goodall.. and unfortunately, she woke up with sore throat & cough this morning, so she couldn't go paintballing. I hopped over there and delivered some Halls, though, before I left for paintballing =)

As for paintballing--damn, I wish I hadn't abstained from going the last several times it was an option--it rocked! We had fifteen people, 4 hours, and went through about 4,000 paintballs over the course of our several games and several wooded arenas.. then on the way back we had dinner at Billy Bob Jack's (mmm, BBQ :)

Bria said this morning that I should call/e-mail/drop by after I got back from paintballing, but she appears to be out.. so I left message on door and answering machine, and I'll see if she's actually asleep or shows back up at her room sometime.. (I have a can of Chicken Noodle soup for her, too--we have nifty single-serve cans in our kitchen :)