I realized this morning that this is my 300th post on the blog. Never thought this blog would run for nearly three years and 300 posts but I’m overjoyed it has. At the rate I’m going, expect it to be around for another 300 posts at least. 😊
Since 300 is a nice round number I wanted to take the opportunity to thank everyone who frequents Third World War 1987. You have helped to make this blog into something special for myself as the author, and hopefully for you the readers as well. I know it’s kind of hokey to say, but Third World War 1987 has become a significant part of my life without me realizing it for the longest time. It has provided a necessary creative outlet and helped me through some difficult times especially over the last six months.
In September, 2019 I was diagnosed with a grade III anaplastic astrocytoma. In short, a somewhat rare, aggressive brain tumor. Needless to say, my life imploded. As if this weren’t enough, I started pushing the people I cared about the most away by using some very cruel and selfish methods. Not fair to them, but I was reeling. As time has gone on, some have come back into my life and accepted my sincere apology. Others haven’t, and there’s not much I can do about it.
Anyway, enough about that. What I’m trying to say is I’m extremely grateful for the wonderful people I’ve met through the blog. I’m also deeply humbled by the amount of time so many folks seem to spend reading through the blog posts. Every so often I hear from a reader who has spent basically an entire weekend reading Third World War 1987 from cover to cover, so to speak. Things like that have helped get me through some very rough days.
From the bottom of my heart I would like to extend a sincere, and heartfelt thank you to all of the readers.
Ok, enough of that for real this time. 😊 Let’s get back to the twelfth day of WW III. Next post will be up early on Thursday. The North Atlantic.