It's early on Saturday morning. The house is so quiet; but for the heating unit humming. Even my thoughts seem to be silent as I grasp for something concrete to think about.
Another Saturday morning without him....gosh, how many have here been? My 'Circle of Freedom' tells me it been 45. The end is drawing near and we have maybe 4 left? The closer we get the slower time seems to pass. He has signed orders for his 'get the hell out' date; being ANG we know that those won't/can't change..
.Still it's knowing that in these last few weeks anything can happen. The war is still going on around him, the rockets are still finding their mark, and the stress of it all still exists. Once the Freedom Flight has lifted off out of Kuwait we will both be able to let out that first breath of air. It'll still take a few weeks for him to finally be HOME; travel to the U.S. then an unknown processing period in MS; I don't care how long it takes, as long as he's not THERE anymore.
Like everyone else in Blogland, I am mentally tired and so over this deployment.
The end!
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