‘Twas another blessing to be back in Iowa with fellow soldiers. Was able to break bread together, pray for them (though they may’ve not known), teach a curriculum re personality, communication styles, and how we tend to react under duress, and it was all, once again, a blessing.

I get it–trust me–that the world has, generally speaking, gone bonkers–wonky, in fact–but I am a soldier to my core and I know and love my brothers, and they’re not bonkers. In fact, as always, they are the bulwark: they are driven, driven, driven, and they’ll finish the job. (Don’t ever underestimate your local patriot-soldiers; they’re a bulwark against what’s coming, against what’s already here.) When the government is large, the citizen is small, and your local citizen-soldier understands this and is out to preserve liberty from the ground up. He has not forgotten his roots.

After I taught today, I went and walked/ran for several miles in the beautiful parks of Iowa:

Iowa, you’ve great parks. Blessings upon you! And thank you for your great soldiers.