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Today I realized something in Ms. Robinson’s class, when we were having to write about a loved one being deployed.
I realized that his once seemingly-fictitious deployment date, is now becoming less surreal. There are only four months left, four scrawny months; on the optimistic side we have a trip to Wisconsin planned for the holidays. But, negatively, he doen’t realize how brutal it is in Iraq, I know my brother didn’t know when he was stationed over there during the beginning of the war, he couldn’t imagine all the things his commanding officers were going to ask him to do. Thinking of Phillip brings up a great concern of mine, what if he doesn’t come home the way he left? I don’t want him to get injured, and I don’t want him to be emotionally scarred. He won’t listen to me when I try and forewarn him. He just tells me, abruptly, to quit nagging, but I love him and stopping is not possible. It’s hard to think of the positives when the negitives strongly outweigh them.
In four months I won’t see him for a year. In four months I might not ever see him again. In four months my heart will shatter.
I love you. Be safe.
