I’m already dead.
Sorry folks. This post may sting a little.
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I’m not dead. Far from it. Confirming the fact that I’m not dead are two idiots who are telling a bad beat story (courtesy of me) from last night at the Muckleshoot. Perhaps I was overly aggressive with my second nut flush draw BECAUSE of my impending deployment into combat? Who knows? It’s certainly possible.
What I do know is that in the very near future I’m going to have to write a letter that starts off with those words (If you are reading this…).
Talk about a time for introspection.
I know I’ll tell my family to read my old posts on this here humble blog. There is a piece of me in here (I don’t think it’s in the hand histories, though). I’ll talk about my love for them and about how proud I am to be an Army doctor.
Shit. I can’t type more now. I’ll post some thoughts tomorrow about other things I might include with the letter. For now, just this…
3 comments:
Dude, if Klinger could live through all those seasons of MASH, you should have nothing to worry about!
Seriously though, I'll be thinking about you and praying for you.
Yeah man...stay strong and get your ass back in time to play some online poker while it is still sort of legal...ish.
We'll keep you in our thoughts...
Vaya con dios, amigo.
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