Fr. David sends his first group of Marines into a fight on their own, and he blesses them before they go.
Good morning from Afghanistan. I am exhausted. I am soaking wet almost up to my waist. I am covered in mud from the knee down. It’s the kind of mud that just clings to you. It was dust a couple of days ago, but there have been heavy storms, hail, and heavy rains, and the entire camp where we are is just an absolute pile of mud. I’m feeling sick. I’m not sure exactly what I’ve come down with—some kind of cold, runny nose type of…