The final leg of our journey was to head southeast to Adam's "alma mater", so to say, Fort Bragg. We traveled an hour and a half on the small two-lane road Adam and I had each traveled many many times back and forth. We were able to connect with a few old friends, including our goddaughters Annabelle and Abigayle.
We drove on post and saw the fancy new brick barracks had replaced the old World War II era barracks Adam used to live in. Even some of the streets had changed or were gone altogether.
We stopped by the 82nd Airborne Division Museum, a place we had gone for a date at least once many years ago. Things were a little different this time, in that it had been updated to included information about the war on terror. And sadly, there was a new memorial built, which included names of soldiers that we knew, including a close friend of Adam's. You will never be forgotten, Travis.
Mary Ellen was one of my dear friends from college, responsible for introducing me to Adam. She is living in Fayetteville now.
Jamie, the other half responsible for Adam and I meeting, is still stationed at Fort Bragg, now as a member of Special Forces. We were able to meet him for a quick lunch before we headed back home. Thanks for your service Jamie.
The ride home was not without more adventure. After we lost our way a little due to a new roadway that wasn't showing up on our GPS, I got pulled over for speeding in West Virginia. Luckily, I did not get a ticket. Adam says it's because I'm a girl, I'm convinced that it's because he noticed the Sour Patch Kids on the backseat and he said he is a big fan too. Then when we were starting to feel like we were in the homestretch, driving down the freeway in Indiana at 1:30am, we got a flat tire. Adam changed it quickly, but since we had to drive a little slower on the spare, we didn't get home until 4am. Thanks mom, for staying and extra day so we could get a little rest.
We drove on post and saw the fancy new brick barracks had replaced the old World War II era barracks Adam used to live in. Even some of the streets had changed or were gone altogether.
We stopped by the 82nd Airborne Division Museum, a place we had gone for a date at least once many years ago. Things were a little different this time, in that it had been updated to included information about the war on terror. And sadly, there was a new memorial built, which included names of soldiers that we knew, including a close friend of Adam's. You will never be forgotten, Travis.
Mary Ellen was one of my dear friends from college, responsible for introducing me to Adam. She is living in Fayetteville now.
Jamie, the other half responsible for Adam and I meeting, is still stationed at Fort Bragg, now as a member of Special Forces. We were able to meet him for a quick lunch before we headed back home. Thanks for your service Jamie.
The ride home was not without more adventure. After we lost our way a little due to a new roadway that wasn't showing up on our GPS, I got pulled over for speeding in West Virginia. Luckily, I did not get a ticket. Adam says it's because I'm a girl, I'm convinced that it's because he noticed the Sour Patch Kids on the backseat and he said he is a big fan too. Then when we were starting to feel like we were in the homestretch, driving down the freeway in Indiana at 1:30am, we got a flat tire. Adam changed it quickly, but since we had to drive a little slower on the spare, we didn't get home until 4am. Thanks mom, for staying and extra day so we could get a little rest.
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