I went to bed last nite at 2 am and had to get up for work at 6 am. I've been doingt his for days now, couple with the fact that the little one's been under the weather and sleeping fitfully. When I woke up I was miserable and upset but then I remembered that there are thousands of yuong men and women in the line of fire and death who have gotten but a few hours of sleep in the past few days and I remembered to offer thanks for my life.

I really wish I was there with them in the battle. Most men, I imagine, wished they could be out there on the frontlines but such is life. I always hate to see others make sacrifices for me when I am perfectly capable of making them myself.