I have an odd conflicted feel about Veterans Day. On the one hand I did spend two years in the Navy. On the other hand I didn’t do anything. I never made it farther then Norfolk harbor. Whereas hubby went to Iraq and Afghanistan. So while I applaud veterans and thank them for what they did and do. I don’t feel like I belong in that category.
This might not make sense.
There we go, another chapter of Wounded and Worn. Sorry if this all feels rushed, just wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it:
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*hands you tissues and chocolate* You will get through this.
Heh. Thank you. I’m about to post it now. Sorry about all the feels (sort of sorry)
I think I’m going to write a story about Jack meeting Eleven to make myself feel better. Haven’t written any Jack Harkness for a while.
Ugh I’m writing the next chapter for wounded and worn and I’m just making myself cry.
