My Fort Rucker Trip

Well, I had a few days off so I took the opportunity and went down to Fort Rucker to see my daddy. My favorite HERO out there. What a great time it was except for the heat. I tell you one day the them. read 114, add the heat index to that, and no telling what the temp really was.

Daddy took me to the base several times and even spent some time at the Aviation Museum. All I can say is it was absolutely wonderful to be back on a military base again. It has been, well since 2001 since I was on a military base, unless you count the trips to Fort Campbell with the Major. I guess I better count those since I do get to see everything. But let me tell you, Fort Rucker is the Aviation training facility for the military, so all you hear there is helicopter flying non-stop. But let me tell you it is a wonderful sound. Because you know that when they are flying, it means that they are getting the much needed training and skills to keep are boys safe and sound and bring them home again.

So one week there, with the exception of a couple of days in Panama City, Florida. Man that was also beautiful. I really enjoyed the Gulf Coast. Spent the afternoon sitting on the beach with my daddy, if you didn't know, I am still "Daddy's Little Girl", just running my toes through the sand and enjoying the sun and sand. I definitely plan on going back this fall when it isn't so hot. I mean I found out it is only a 7 hour drive to Daddy's and then a 1 1/2 hour drive to the beach.

But I think what I miss the most is just spending time with my dad. As a child growing up I can remember always being attached at the hip to my dad. On Saturdays we would go to the store together and do the grocery shopping. I would push the cart, and he would go down the aisle and get the things we needed. Then every once in a while I would hear daddy holler think fast, and I would turn around and there would be something flying down the aisle at me that I was suppose to catch and put in the cart. Ahh the good ole days. Then on Saturday nights, me and all the kids in the neighborhood would pile in the back on daddy's pickup truck, and he would haul all of us to the skating rink for a night of roller skating and he would always be there to pick us up at the end of the session.

To this day, I still love to go roller skating and go at least once a week, more if I have the time. I still even have the same skates I had in high school that I bought myself with the money I saved one summer babysitting. In the local skating rink here, they still have my picture hanging in there with the speed team back in my day. How scary do you think that is to walk in and see a picture of myself hanging on the wall in there some umpteen years ago.

Well everybody out there in the cyber world take care, and don't forget to remember our HERO's in Iraq and Afghanistan. Please say a prayer for them that they may all return home safely.