Since two of my favorite things are clouds and rain, it's hard for me to think of my son Andrew being in a place that hardly ever sees any of either.
It's nothing but sun, sand, and blistering hot wind, in a relentless cycle.
In fact, he'd been in Qatar for weeks before seeing -- in the distance as he flew -- a buildup of clouds over the mountains of northern Afghanistan.
And he's up in the air nearly every day.
But last week, at last -- cloud cover.
And on the wing of the KC-135 Stratotanker, cruising high above those clouds over Iraq, was a McDonnell Douglas F-15E Strike Eagle.
I don't know what's prettier: the clouds, the fighter jet, or the distinctive wing of the plane carrying my boy.
God Bless America.