I left Iraq at 6:00 am this past Friday. Five days later I’m almost home. In less than five hours I’ll be breathing Wisconsin air.
As I sit here at the Syracuse Airport I have an unusual desire to attempt to phrase my awesome journey in a haiku. There two problems though. I don’t actually know the proper way to write a haiku and I need a dramatic climax before the journey ends. I’m hoping for a fierce battle with a hydra. The Vikings had a few things right. Slightly exggerated tales is one of them.