As one Journey ends another begins

it's been a hell of a tour the since I've gotten back from Iraq. All the things I left hanging, because my responsibilities to the Army and my nation meant more to me than sticking around and picking up the shards of my life, are haunting me now. People I trusted to do the right thing by me, decided they couldn't be bothered and only made the mess worse through neglect. Now I'm busy trying to put my life together and the lives of my children, whom thier mother has scattered thier lives and memories from one coast to the other. Cleaning up after the whims of others so that a true tradgedy doesn't occur, tends to preclude the appreciation and creation of art, regardless of its form, unless you were to include the documentation of tradgedy as an art form. In the last 2 months I have been to both coasts, spent thousands of dollars to no effect and shared a tattered Christmas with my Children... and the days ahead appear as bleak as the days past....