Our battle with Mother Earth a few weeks back was fought with water. Sadly, about a foot more than my trench could handle but I was fortunate. Others died defending theirs.

Yesterday, this morning, last night… I honestly can’t remember we got hit with the winds from our next battle. Thankfully they were blowing in our favor and not too hard. Suffered minimal wind damage with water levels in the negatives. Looking out into the darkness at 3 am was an eerie sight seeing the shadows of branches moving across the walls. I’ll not soon forget the experience.

This afternoon I saw Blackhawks, Jayhawks, as well as a 4 ship sortie of Chinooks (Army and Coastie helicopters btw) fly overhead on the way to the poor souls just south of us all. All using the coast as a compass I’m assuming as they all flew just west of us at around 3k feet if I had to guess.

Forget the brilliance of the aircraft designers, forget the commands of the politicians.

Never!! forget those onboard doing it because they wanted, because they knew others were in need even though many may have been in a similar situation themselves. Wherever they may call home!

Peace, a hearty thanks and a sharp salute to you all. You’re awesome!