It's 70 degrees in Columbus today. Jeff, Sassy, Alley and I spent the morning sitting outside basking in the sun. Drinking fresh coffee and flipping through magazines with the sun shining down on us was the perfect cure for my winter blues.
Oh those poor cold-climate dwellers trapped inside staring out their frost-covered windows at blankets of snow. How much better it is to be sitting outside watching the dogs run in the warm grass, I thought.
What a perfect day.
And then the booming began. It started softly. Almost like the sound of distant thunder. Jeff and I looked questioningly at each other. We looked over at Sassy curled up on her towel, sunning herself. Sassy's ears perked up. The noise began to get louder. It became more frequent. Sassy started to whine. Alley started to growl. We all looked into the sky. Clear, bright, cloudless. The ground began to quiver ever so slightly beneath our feet. Sassy ducked behind Jeff's chair. We heard gunfire. Rapid, loud, unsettling. More ground shaking, more loud booming.
The soldiers were out. The tanks were rolling across fields. The grounds of Fort Benning were turning into a practice battleground. The sounds of war were infiltrating our quiet backyard.
Sassy continued to whine. She looked pleadingly into Jeff's eyes for help. Couldn't he stop the sounds?
"Sassy, I've done every thing I can," Jeff said. "I voted for Obama."
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