Today is the first full day of my husband being gone. It's.... surreal. I used to see those families on the news, bidding their loved ones farewell and I always thought that it must be so hard to send them off to war. It is. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have 3 kids, but I guess we'll never know. Hubby got up yesterday, put on his uniform like it was any other day, and we all went on post. It really didn't hit me that he was leaving until everyone got their weapons. Isn't that amazing? I've been sent e-mails, gone to briefings, and watched him pack, but that was the key moment for me. Everywhere I turned there was another crying wife, son or daughter, each trying to get one last hug. One last good-bye. Even some of the soldiers were crying, including mine. As the buses pulled up, he and I stood there talking. He said, "This could be the last time I see you." I just hope he's not right.
So, how do we handle this? Cry or scream or just do nothing? I used to complain because he worked late or got caught up in traffic for an hour. What a joke. So much can change in a year and I just hope that he still loves me when he comes back. If he comes back.
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