They remind me every day of the resilience and hope that resides in the human spirit.

I never knew how many little things went into someone's death: choosing the right black patent leather shoes for the little girls to wear; finding out what day someone's paycheck stops; seeing suits and shirts, still in their dry cleaning bags, hanging in a closet.

We never had any expectations for our first album, so I don't know why we should start now. We hope that we at least sell the same amount we sold of our last album. If it's more than that, great. We're on an independent label so we're not afforded the same things that major label bands are. We don't have the same outlets available to us, but we have different outlets that work for us that don't work for major label bands.

I continue to be amazed at their honest, probing questions and their extreme courage in facing the news of Bob's injury and our road to recovery. I also draw incredible strength from their presence; their kisses and hugs are better than any medicine.

Bob and his Marine division are on their way to Baghdad. The kids can see Dad on TV, though letting them watch his reports is hard.

We just hope that most South Africans have that spirit.