Good Day World!
Here in America it's Memorial Day.
A day set aside to remember and honor military personnel who died in the service of their country, particularly those who died in battle or as a result of wounds sustained in battle.
I remember my comrades in battle who didn't come back from Vietnam alive. Boys. Mostly teenage boys like I was then.
I remember smoking - what we all agreed upon was - the best kick-ass weed ever. It made the stuff we had in the states seem like oregano.
We'd pass joints under the Asian sky, dreaming of home, while privately afraid we'd die. Dark humor designed to hide our horror.
I still remember the one's who didn't come home. This bowl is for you bros...
Time for me to walk on down the road...