I went out this morning for my semi-daily trek to the BX/post office. As on many days before this one, I deeply regret that I didn't have my camera. Even if I had had my camera, the pictures would never have lived up to the fabulous ones I can see in my head, so it's probably for the best. Here are some imaginary postcards from Osan:
1. Partially clothed, full-sized dummy laying in a pristine, snow-covered field surrounded by troops dressed in full camo, helmets and gas masks.
2. Harried mom with a bandana in her hair, grasping stroller tire and jumping into cab outside apartment building.
3. Large snowperson, approximately eight feet tall, armed and dangerous and facing north.
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1 day ago