Frank’s at it again.

Watering his plants while loudly discussing his displeasure under his breath.

I have a feeling he’s planning to kill me or great aunt Matilda.

He confuses us sometimes, which makes me nervous.

He has not been the same since he came back from the nursing home last week.

Five years ago Frank was air lifted out of the jungle due to sniper fire , agent orange and a deadly skirmish. Frank was the second to last one from his crew of snake eaters to survive with only 13 bullet wounds and shrapnel to the jaw. He’s been in the nursing home ever since. This is his first week out of the nursing home.

See, Frank was in the special forces and was a snake eater. He is also my great uncle. Yes I live next door to him.

I cleared my throat and shouted out “hi Frank!,” and waved. He just snarled a hello at me and kept on grumbling. I finally heard him clearly though, “De Oppresso Liber” he said.