February, my friends, is done. I now sit a mere 7 months away from home, after 8+ months of mobilized time. And whatever hangover remains from end of month calendar flipping revelry, it's now time to sit back, relax, and soak in the month that was.
First and foremost, we've got numerous new additions to our Gallery. Thanks all around to the Doyle clan. The gallery is really starting to fill out and look great!
Second, and nearly as importantly, you all still have a chance to change the face of celebrity-sign-holding pictures for generations to come. Don't let this once in a lifetime opportunity to pass you by. I know, I wouldn't pass up a chance like that either. Moving on...
My cousin Nick launched his first company--congrats again, Nick, and good luck! Drop me a line and let me know how California is treating you so far.
Darrel Green became a 1st ballot HOF'er, and Art Monk...an EIGHTH?? Yeah, I still can't figure that one out either. More to follow in the coming days with regards to Mr. Monk...
My alma mater dear (and the town in which she resides) made lots of headlines. Let's just say that Berkeley's temporary stance on military recruiting stations made me the butt of jokes around the office for a week or two. All in good fun...
The world learns my intentions for my first born children. The female readership of the Army 2.0 collectively cringe and wait for me to change the subject.
David Ignatius at WaPo tells us all about the Provincial Reconstruction Team concept. For those more interested in the "what exactly is it that you DO here?" aspects of Army 2.0, these two stories are worth a read.
Army 2.0 shuts down for a few days mid-month to give a very special blog a chance to take center stage.
In which our intrepid author responds poorly to Duke's mid-month losing streak, and fabricates memories from Duke to make himself feel better.
In which our intrepid author reflects on ways in which his service might conclude sooner rather than later, and ultimately resolves himself to stay the course.
I write an ode to making up for missed work outs by drinking more sodas and eating more cookies. Makes perfect sense, I know.
And last but not least, everyone who has been wondering what it would look like if I was doctored into a photo of Diamond Dallas Page putting me in the Diamond Cutter while Nikolai Volkoff looked on in amusement, this is the post for you.
Have a great March, everyone, and thanks for your continued participation here at the 2.0.