War Whiskers...

There are a few things in life that I truly despise that often send chills up my spine and cause me to become a bit queezy.
A few nights ago, Robert and I were having our weekly Skype date over the computer. Skype not only allows me to talk to and hear Robert, but also allows me to see him face to face.
As we were conversing, my eye became fixated on this dark line which appeared to be above his upper lip. Thinking it was a smudge on my computer screen I grabbed a tissue and thought I could solve the problem. But it wasn't a smudge.
Perhaps the connection was just bad and the picture was a little fuzzy? Nope not the case.
"Robert," I asked, "do you have something on your face." To my dismay he replied, "I sure do, it's 'No Shave November!"
Oh the dreaded mustache! I had forgotten that while the Army does not permit long hair and beards, mustaches are allowed.
So for the next few weeks as November rolls along, Robert will be growing a mustache along with several other young soldiers who he was able to pursude to join in. And for the next few weeks, I will have to view this monstrasity every time we now talk.
Good thing November is almost half way through....but he's already begun bragging about "Facial Hair February!" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!