Goodbyes

Sheesh, I hate goodbyes. I just departed a friend's house, an O who is trading the striped dome for an M4 and a radio. Cool thing is, if becoming a TACP really is what God wants, then there's a slight, very slight, chance that I may be working for him within the next couple of years. At least I got to salute him one last time. Who knows? Stranger things have happened, like seeing Knight Rider LED's on a Firebird earlier in the evening.