This is my follow-up blog to Happy Birthday, Camp Nini. Also, it’s 115 days until I leave for Paris. Just sayin’.
After spending the night in a rinky-dink cheap motel close to our new home, we got up at the crack of dawn and headed out to our new home just as the sun was peeking over the horizon and the dew hadn’t even begun to thaw. We were excited to get started. We’d both taken off a week to try to put the house together in some working fashion.
Due to *someone’s* awesome planning, (read my silliness) we were moving in on a weekday, which meant all the folks who might have been able to help us were working. As it was, they were all exhausted by helping us pack up the old house. I must say, that was a lot of work, and I am, as ever, grateful for all they did. However, now I had a large truck, stuffed to the gills with my life’s belongings that needed to be unpacked. We felt a bit overwhelmed.
But! Enter the United States Army to the rescue!
Well, enter one of their members. But, MAN! Jesse, the neighbor we were moving away from, was a one man powerhouse of energy and motion and with his help, we had the truck unloaded and most items at least close to the rooms they were going to be residing in by early afternoon. Had it not been for his singular help, it would have taken us at least two days to get things off that truck. He was simply awesome.
And still is!
Jesse recently got the honor of having his likeness installed at the new Visitor’s Center at Arlington National Cemetery as “The Bugler”.
Well done, sir, well done.
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