War

When I was in high school one of the boys I knew liked to tease that he had a thing for me. He signed my yearbook "My love for you is a vast field of flowers. You'd look great riding behind me on a motorcycle." He was really into plants and said he dreamed of creating a beautiful rose garden for his future wife.

Fast-forward nearly 20 years later and he's a career military man, off to a new deployment. We're FB friends and I just looked through an album of aerial shots of the Iraq countryside, which is actually quite lovely, despite the helicopter-mounted machine gun in the foreground.

:(.