After a nice dwell-time, we are staring down the barrel of the deployment gun again. With just a few years before being able to throw down his retirement letter, once again we are getting ready to do the deployment ride one final time. This time, so far, the 'range' is different - but we know how things can change. It has been a nerve-wracking month of deployment...no deployment....deployment....no deployment....this week it is on. Today we sat down and wrote dates on the calendar and looked ahead at the next couple of months, to make sure we are on target to kick-off. The CRAZY thing is that we are nearing the closing on a little lake house just across the Tennessee line. Now that deployment is 'real' (well, as real as it is this week), I begin to feel the butterflies of handling not one, but two, homes. Twice the upkeep, twice the expense, twice the maintenance, twice the home where he will not be. This is the last...no more....never gain.
Another caveat to this deployment is that we will soon send our son down range. His trip down range will be a great deal more intense than Rich's, though shorter in duration. I've never sent a son...only my husband....now I have both.. As a mother I want to stop it. I don't want to give my son (my only biological son) up to this ridiculous cause that has no end. My stomach and mind are all knotted up. This will be his only, his last....no more....never gain!
Peace.
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