I love you, Brother (and your pics, a respite in the digital frontier).

At least we aren't malnourished in a record storm, frostbitten feet, dodging musket-lead, and pondering our imminent death to voluntarily cross the Potomac.

FWIW: Many days these past two years, my hands shake in the morning as I approach my keyboard, as I know I'm "chained" to it for 12-14 hours vocationally (WFH). My 2yr. old twins ask, "are you hurt, Daddy?" This WAR is worth it, they will know of you and our efforts to stand for Truth, Liberty, Lost children, and GOD.

Your candor inspires, your humility uplifts, your Brotherhood is a glue for my sanity. Billions of souls across this beautiful realm are counting on us, and we WIN - [they] lose. I love you.