I cried when he told me that he was going to boot camp, I really cried when he told me that he was going to be deployed, and I cried when he came home. He’s home!
He’s always wanted to be a soldier, ever since he was a little boy. I think every little boy goes through that obsession with guns and camo. That makes it hard for us, the softer, feminine gender. We don’t get it.
If the not getting it is hard. The not knowing is even harder. As in, what are you doing over there? Are you safe?
He sacrificed, as they say. Time away from family and friends and comforts. But so did his wife (big time) and so did my mom and the rest of my family. 9 months, he was gone. But, he’s back. Woo Hoo! And just in time for the Olympics.