Sunday we went to Ashland, Nebraska to the Strategic Air Command Museum with our son. He did all the driving so I got to set back and look at the scenery. The planes that were used to fight the wars were something to look at. Some of the displays brought back memories of the family that served in the arm forces. I have brothers that do not talk their time in Viet Nam. Even my own son does not talk about the first Desert Storm War. I just know that he has a scar on his leg that he won't tell us how he got it.
You just pray a lot that God will take care of the men and women who are serving today to keep us having our freedom that so many would like to take away from us.
We came through a storm coming home that you could not see where you were really gone. You turned on the flashers and lights so that people could see you because you were afraid to stop for fear someone would hit you because you couldn't really see the edge of the road. I was glad that I wasn't driving, but it did make me very nervous. We had rain and lightening after we got home, but nothing like what we drove through.
I hope every body has a good week.
