Some people think, hey he is going to die fighting for what he believes in. I don’t see it that way at all. Have you ever had somebody you love go into the army? Have you had to go to sleep at night,and wake up the next day constantly worried if they made it through the night? I do. I try to be strong, for him. Because I know he loves what he is doing. But what about me? He just left me behind, to worry, to rot. Alone. The thought of him never coming home, kills me. Sometimes, I look up at the moon; and wonder, if he is looking up too. Thinking about me. Most people enjoy having their loved ones come home for two weeks. Not me, the whole time, I am always thinking about how he has to go back. That makes it hard to enjoy the moment. One day I’m sure he will retire, and finally come back to me. So for now, I pray for god too keep him safe.
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