And so it begins. I feel slightly ill about it. You know what I feel like. I feel like the lead violinist on the Titanic, after they play Nearer My God To Thee, he says to the others, “Good luck.” No clue why I feel that way. It’s not like I’m really in danger. It’s just a new world I guess.
Everyone else has posted this but it’s so valuable I will too: read this blog from a guy (I believe an Iraqi) in Iraq. It’s crazy.