it all began here

One brother in Germany, the other in the dee south of the American Heartland, both fighting for this right this privelage for me to be doing exactly what I am doing. I miss them both dearly and dream often of all of us again fighting with sticks as swords in heavy spring mornings...its ok though. I sit in my darkend apartment and think about this week and how unholy saturated my world it with nostalgia, but its only of late. Doing alot of reading. reading alot of memoirs, preparing to write mine, will post portions on here for my brothers to read. this is sort of like talking to myself and i enjoy it. boring now, will write more and more intersting things later.