It’s 5:18am at the Missoula airport, and the gentleman next to me served in Korea. It’s 4 degrees and, somehow, foggy, but it’s not as cold as it was in Korea. Soon I will be winging my way to Iowa, which is where a guy who also served in Korea was from, and Combat! blog will accomplish nothing. We’ll be back to tomorrow; in the meantime, I will ask absolutely no leading questions whatsoever re: Korea and, you know, eat a Cinnabon or something. God, I hate this.