We - my DAR buddies, that is - spent our usual Wednesday afternoon/evening cooking for the West Battalion Wounded Warriors. Let me say, if you are feeling you need a hug, cook for a bunch of Marines and there will be plenty. They certainly know how to show their gratitude.
I was looking for a new angle on photos. I mean, how many pics can you take of a bunch of ladies in red, white and blue aprons cooking? So I took a stroll through the parking lot.
Naturally, it was filled with a plethora of monster or just regular giant trucks that any self respecting Marine would be driving.
Some augmented with a macho motorcycle,
but it was the small details on the windows that belied the culture and warrior identity of the Marine.
Pray for our troops, Jesus. I could swear that's a take off of the St. James Cross in that design.