Here's a must read and have some tissue ready. It's funny how we take comfort in some things and disregard other things as unneeded, or of little use. In the war in Afghanistan, I would think comfort would come in the form of a letter, a shoulder squeeze, God's word, or something to eat. How about something to keep warm or cool with? I hadn't thought of comfort in the form of a musical instrument. Thanks to the Tankerbabe and a WWII Veteran named Mr Gist...I now know otherwise. Go to From Cow Pastures to Kosovo and keep our troops and their families in prayer.