So... how to start this.....
I've been in love with Jeeps since I was a kid. A friend of my dad used to stop by about once a month, and drove a clean red YJ, back in the early 90's. I used to love seeing that Jeep, and always wanted my own. My dad must've felt the same, because in 1995 he bought a brand new soft-top YJ. Growing up in Michigan, the Jeep was definitely put through it's paces. My dad drove that thing everywhere- old logging trails, up steep hills, over fallen trees. Our whole family loved that Jeep.
Eventually the Jeep started not loving our family back. Slowly sucking up money here and there, my father finally drove it into the backyard, and there it rests. Two weeks before leaving for Afghanistan, my father said when I come back, I can have the Jeep.
So now, I wait patiently for my time to return home. I have a great woman, and miss her much. I have a great family, and miss them too. And I really miss my dog. But most of all, I miss that damn Jeep!