My bro, Lt. Rich came home from Iraq. Oh. My. God. My mom is elated. Tristin is elated. Everybody's elated. Thank the Lord.
We drove to Los Alamitos in the middle of the night to meet him at the base. I got to greet Lt. Rich as he got off the plane. My mom was a frickin mess, though. What a crybaby. Sheesh, Mom. Steady the camera and pull yourself together...
When my mom finally calmed down, my dad took a photo of my mom with my bro. That's me in the front -- the handsome one in the group.
My mom made me this cool Army vest. I fit right in with the other soldiers. Everybody loves me, what can I say?
Here's a photo of me with my big brother, Lt. Rich:
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| Just call me "Private Tank" |
My mom made a cool video. But I gotta warn you -- prepare yourself to hear my mom blubbering. Ugh. Sometimes, I get so embarrassed for her:
Boy, was I pooped after being up all night. I fell asleep in the car, with my head squished between the door and the seat.
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| Zzzzzzzz.... |
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