The traffic coming out of Denver wasn't too bad;  MamaCharlie's appointment at University Hospital was at a time that allowed us to bracket the rush hours.  So we were moving along nicely, about 65 in a 65, not too crowded, but still not a relaxing drive by any stretch of the imagination.  It still required full attention.  The phone rang and when I answered it, there was a lot of noise in my ear that wasn't a voice.  Then the familiar voice said, "Hi!  It's me!".  At first I thought it was my brother giving me more crud about my birthday and how old I had become (He is two years older than me) but I quickly overcame the confusion to realize it was my oldest, Matt (known to JU as the Hyperborean Wanderer) who was at that moment riding on a bus from Gray Field to the Reunion Ceremony on Fort Hood.   He was home!  And just about ten minutes from being in the arms of his family again.  I am sure many of you know the angst of having a loved one in harm's way, but if you have not experienced it I have to tell you that the full weight of it isn't realized until they are home and dry...safe in the arms of love.  My boy is home from his third and hopefully his last, trip to the sand box...Welcome Home, Son and all the others who got home with you.