It has begun, Ryan

With my cushy government job, we had off yesterday for Veteran’s Day. I celebrated by working on tiling the smaller bathroom. The project went well but it was slow going doing it all by myself. I only miscut a few tiles and I sort of tiled myself into a corner where I had no option but to stand on a couple tiles I just set in order to place the last two, but it looks like it will come out ok. Today I’ll grout it. I pulled the toilet to do the tiling and I am a bit nervous about how it will go back on when sitting on top of tile. I’m not sure if the bolts are long enough. I am using the small bathroom as a warmup for doing our bathroom in a little bit. I have a few pictures of the project I’ll post when it’s done.

Last night I watched Saving Private Ryan in it’s entirety. It amazes me that they can show it unedited with all the F-bombs and gore in the movie, but that is the way it really needs to be seen. I hadn’t seen it in it’s entirety since I saw it in theaters. It is a chilling, depressing and horrifying reminder of what war is all about. There are a couple scenes in it that haunt my mind and are difficult to forget. Even though there are various tragic, sad parts throughout the movie, I didn’t cry until the very end when the old Private Ryan is at the grave of Captain Miller. For whatever reason, that aspect of it just kills me. I remember when I saw it in the theater, looking away and trying to think of other things during that part to avoid crying in public. The movie made me think even more about how we have men and women going through the same sort of tragedies daily over in Iraq today. Their bravery is beyond any words of praise I could muster.