So last night I had a dream. In this dream I had just gotten home from my first long road haul. My hair was long and completely unkempt I was rocking the father of all five o’clock shadows. I was so fresh from my first haul in fact that I stopped at Jackson from for the event on the way home. With my rig parked, and my uniform donned I started the mile long walk from the truck all the way back to cav camp. I had been noticed by the brigades three gal troopers simultaneously as I heard Alisha, Jess, and Tabetha all squeak out ‘Johnny!’ in perfect unison. and then the epic group tackle hug happened. This was followed by the observation that I needed to shave, and a good hair combing. To much protest from my end, some one produced a shaving mug and brush and a a razor and a comb. Alisha handed them over and I tried to play coy. “How do I use this thing again?” This was responded to by Tabetha. “This can go one of two ways… you can shave, or we can do it for you. Think wisely before you answer.” So begrudgingly I quickly took to shaving my self. I started to try to comb my hair out but thankfully Jess who was used to having long hair where I was not grabbed the comb and said ‘here.’ I felt a little bit stupid but at least by the end of it I looked like a relatively decent looking human being. I asked every one if they wanted to see what’s been keeping me away from the brigade for so long and it was generally agreed upon that a ride was needed because it’s been too long. Tab asked Tim if she could ride Joey, and A friend of the unit William was asked if Steven could ride Bullet. Every one was mounted up and I lead the way out to the semi-truck parked in the far back corner of the spectator parking area. It was a gorgeous International Cascadia I had a lot of civil war related art taped on the wall, and the sleeper cab was kept neatly. There was some jokes made, and by this point the dream was starting to fade. But the little bit I can remember of it makes me smile.
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