"We have two road guards for five people."

I live in a place where the land is flat and the wind travels in gusts. Our air sits thick with water, but the spanish moss burns hot and fast.

We're sitting in a hotel two miles from post. Willie is exhausted, and Liam can't quite figure out what's going on. He now has a very short tolerance for his car seat.

We should find out about housing in the next couple of days. News can't come too soon. Willie already wants to get back among "his brothers."

This experience will remind him of how much he loves his guys. It's odd being the only wolf in a pack of dog faced soldiers.