So it feels like I may have hit some pay dirt. In so much as I said it sucks to be in an office. I hope you all know that it pertains only to me.

This past week I have confirmed some old friends to my friends list on myface. I was lifted in spirit to see some of the members from the ward at BYU. It seem rather strange in some ways because I am not involved in as direct way as before but felt this strange feeling of longing for that contact. Just seeing and reading the remarks made me feel attached with emotions that lift the spirit upward. These feeling have been of such a nature as the ones one feels for his own family.

If any of the old school mates should read this I hope they forgive me cause I don't know all of you. Some didn't know that I went to school with you for about one and a half years. So if I don't respond to you for give me I am trying recognize you.

Hey we got 2 more antelope this year. Ty got his first as well as did the great white hunter T. Fish.

I keep picking away at my shooting skills. One of the guys who works with me thought he would better serve me by getting out near the muzzle of my 300 wsm. He didn't stay in that posted position for a second shot. I was so in trenched on making a 450 yard shot I never noticed that he had crept up in that place. Needles to say it near left the poor guy deaf. When I looked over to get a confirmation that I had made my shot he had this dumb look on his face of what happened??? and then the sudden realization that he couldn't hear a word I was saying. The rest of the day he spoke in a very loud as if it was I who couldn't hear.

Along these lines a fellow neighbor Dan P. Has been doing well in pistol shooting and is telling be about his comp. and all. He hopes to shoot comptitivly on a team. Any of you got any back ground in that one. Tell me. I have some inkling of shooting there????

So I should continue on with some of my thoughts and with news on the battle lines. Recently I was in contact with my Aunt Irene. ( real mail the kind with a stamp) Note not all mail the kind with a stamp has a bill in it or some form of junk of which nether is welcome to sore eyes and tired feet. So she has been filling me in on my Uncle Joe. He is my mothers brother. She just sent me the mail call from the Fighting squadron's of WWII. Joe was on board one of the big bomber during the war. He went down in the North Sea of the Coast of England in late 1944. The mail call is a Company letter in which all surviving members of these Squadron's get to report in and some take the opportunity to tell some of the experiences from there flights into Germany. With out going into great detail let me just say these guys now old and gray and most of whom use walkers and canes to move about were in their day unmovable in there task and determination to complete the task at hand. I would say they seemed fearless however I know that before every fight there are fears and a stomach full of butterflies. This very fact even seems to increase their very stature. The title Once they were Young is very fitting. I hope all of you never lose sight of what has made it posable. Posable that you enjoy the opportunities and freedoms of choice. Now with all that said I would tell you that in my life I have seen the changes and alterations that even some times seem to be at siege with full frontal assaults upon these freedoms. Some are lost. Even so I hope that all of you know that there is no gray area in truth. Nor is there shades of good. What is true today will also be forever. Good will always be battered by the artillery evil. Never give up. Being a little battered or even a lot battered is only a sign that you have made inroad into the enemy lines.