There's no escaping the war

Went for a hike up Mount Monadnock yesterday with JoyceFrances, Mike, and OSB. It was gorgeous out; everything was blooming and sun-dappled and green, green, green. Some old guy touched my butt. Nothing new there.

What was new was watching the mountain get buzzed by a couple of anti-tank planes from the Connecticut National Guard, training for combat in Iraq. Apparently the terrain on the top of Mondanock is similar to what soldiers would find there. Now, mind you, this is information I got from OSB's husband, but he's a local and in the know, and from the looks of the planes (the screamed like fighter jets and looked just as big) they weren't out for a pleasure trip.