Excuse the terrible pun. But that's the way I feel about it.
Cathie was supposed to be at Fort Bragg for a while. Then she found out she was being sent to Iraq. Cathie is a medic, BTW, not infantry.
I was upset. It's a mom thing. No, it isn't. It's just a -- thing. Human, animal, mother, brother, sister, cousin -- it doesn't matter.
Then we found out she wasn't going. There was a fluke of some kind, where the orders didn't go through and she wouldn't be going. We spent the weekend at a family reunion in the piedmont area of North Carolina. It broke up yesterday, and Mom and I returned to Kentucky while Cathie drove back to Fort Bragg.
I got this today:
"Alright here is the deal. I got orders. This time they are in my hand.
I am going to deploy to Iraq between Oct to Apr 07. I will be going with a special operations unit, so you know that I will be in the very best hands in the Army. .... I also have to get a passport, so mom, dad, or sugar [stepmother], I need to know who I can call to get one sent here asap. I will be taking leave some time in Sep to come and spend time with everyone.
I want you all to know, I am coming back. Lets not look at this as a bad thing. I was in Kosovo before, and I know how to handle myself. There is a possiblility that I can carry my own hand gun with me just in case. I really don't think that it will be a problem. I will have to report to ... TX at some point and deploy from there, so Eve I will be able to visit you too. I don't know what I am doing with any of my stuff, my truck, or Chewy [her cocker spaniel]. So feel free to volunteer any ideas. I will let you know more when I know more.
I love you all!
Love Cathie"
(content slightly edited for privacy/security purposes)
I love her, too. And I know she wants to go.
This just so very much stinks.
3 comments:
*HUGS*
Thanks, Barbara! I needed that. :)
Lorilei
You're so welcome! Sometimes a hug is all a friend can offer when there is nothing that can be said or done to help.
... *more hugs* ...
And some advice meant lovingly with good intentions :)
Get out the art materials and pour all your fear & pain into ... creations.
My next door neighbor has been pouring his grief over his father dying last Christmas season into painting ... mostly hummingbirds - his father loved hummingbirds.
When I am in pain, fear or miserable ... I paint abstract monsters ... it helps me to give them a "face" that I can face instead of being nameless ghosts in my life.
A good military support group would probably help a lot too :)
Please let us all know if there is anything we can do to help too ... listen ... virtual hand-holding ... anything!
You & your family are in my prayers every day!
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