What a day! Kensi’s Journal: 11/15/20

11/15/20

Today sure was a big day, though it didn’t exactly go as planned.  I assumed the stressful part would be in waiting to hear how Argento’s court-martial went.  I had no idea the biggest, most stressful part of the day would be repeatedly speaking to young Martin at the printing place.  Wow.  Just…wow.  Hopefully that experience was good practice for dealing with our kids when they get to be teens—if you don’t ask the right question you don’t get the right answer.  I also hope he was high because it’s hard to believe anyone can be that obtuse.

At the end of the day, and thanks to our help, truthful testimony was given about Argento’s war crimes and I have faith that he’ll get what he deserves.  I hope there’s a special place in hell for people like him and that he gets to meet Peter Clairmont there one day after a long, miserable life in military prison.  I like to think my dad was watching over the team today to make sure this ended the way it should.

He hasn’t said anything yet, but I know my husband.  I know that one day soon he’s going to challenge me to see who can assemble our guns faster while blindfolded (the only thing I’m unsure of is if he’s going to challenge Rountree before or after me).  Because of course my dad didn’t just make me clean my rifle blindfolded, he made me assemble his weapons blind too.  And if Deeks can turn anything gun-related into a competition, he will.  Lucky for me, Deeks won’t be able to tolerate my loud singing while he’s trying to concentrate, so I got this in the bag.