Yesterday, I spent some time supervising the archery range for the summer camp my squad is currently serving. It brought back many memories of target practice on the family farm where I grew up. While the kids were on a break, the staff allowed me to take some shots.
Because the first arrow was a near bulls-eye, I significantly over estimated my skill for the second shot. The arrow sailed over the top of the target, pierced the green safety netting and found a hole in the chain link fence that was the last line of defense for the chicken coupe on the other side. The Albanians were sprinting to assess the damage faster than a fox hound on the hunt. Fortunately, I had missed the chickens and all was well. I also learned the Albanian word for sorry, which was, after all, appropriate.
To all my fellow patriots reading this post, rest assured that I am representing the U.S. of A with style and grace! Please keep up with all my hap's and mishaps throughout this crazy, amazing, glorious year. Thanks for being with me on the journey.
