Aside from my lovely sister-in-law and her lovely children, no one wanted to be at Paul's change of command more than my parents, Mike, and me. And while Mike, in all his awesomeness, almost made it happen, the rest of us were left to wish that a change of command in Iraq wasn't such an obstacle.
I even broached the topic to John, believing I could somehow finagle a "press pass" in order to accompany Mike on his "diplomatic mission".
John said no.
Apparently, he has a "problem" with members of his family travelling to war zones.
So unreasonable.
This is Day 177.
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