I heard a statistic recently that helps explain the apathy or outright anger toward our military members in recent history. During World War II, pretty much everybody knew somebody (or several somebodies) serving in the armed forces. And a great many people knew at least one member of their extended family who wore a uniform.
Now, only weeks after the safe return of a family member, a close friend is headed into harm's way, himself. The guy third from the left is my best friend's brother, John. After spending the last several months training in Kuwait, he is headed to Baghdad.
Just who is this Iron Pol?
A former out of shape sailor, who became a marathoner, then a triathlete, Ironman, and ultramarathoner. Now, life has pushed me into short track speed skating. More important than the titles is the lifestyle, and sharing it with others.