Post by msraye on Feb 27, 2007 22:40:06 GMT -5
It started out as a restless night. He could not fall asleep, and I only got about an hour...thanks to forcing myself. My three year old was even feeling the tension, he tossed and turned and fussed all night.
Looking at the clock, the time was counting down. There was not much time left before we had to leave and say good bye. I tried to hold him as much as I could, I tried to kiss him and let him know how much I loved him, but hardest of all I tried to be strong and brave for him. The the alarm went off, it was time to get ready...as if we were not already up and ready.
We packed our selves, and my now awake three year old, into the car. It was 3 a.m., dark and heavy with tension and sorrow. We drove quietly to where my husband had to go to check out his weapons.
The parking lot was full of family members and soldiers waiting to say good bye to each other. The mood was light, every one trying to keep each other from panic and worry. My husband and I sat out side watching my son play, waiting for his company to be called to check out the weapons. We held each other more, and he played with my child as we told him that "Daddy was going to fight bad guys".
The time ticked by...slowly at first, but then gained speed as his name was called. I waited for him by the car as he walked up the stairs and stood in line. A few minutes latter he was back, gun in hand, and preparing to walk to the buses.
It was a long walk...but I felt a since of pride watching him march along with the other men. When we got to or resting place, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into him as the water works opened. There was only about 20 minutes left before it was time to go. He held me tight and told me he would be ok, he loved me and to not worry he was coming home to me. The he picked up my three year old and hugged him some more to say good bye.
In a heart beat, it was time for him to get ready to go on the bus. He stood in line again waiting to scan himself in, and rushed quickly back to me to hold me one last time. The announcement came for the family to move away, and allow the soldiers to get into formation. We held eachother tight with one more kiss, and I walked tears streaming to the side and watched him get into formation.
A few proud words and a prayer latter, they were ready to get on. He reached for me telling me to hurry and I ran to be next to him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for one last deep kiss. Then with a tearful good bye...from both of us...he reluctantly let go and walked on to the bus.
I watched and waited for him to take his seat next to a window...lucky me! He looked out for me and our eyes met..."I love you" he mouthed. "I love you." I said back, "I am proud of you...Come Home to me." We both started to cry again and then found the strength to smile at each other.
A nice woman who was watching her son off came up to me and gave me a hug..."It will be ok. Be strong, you are his strength and he needs that." I smiled and thanked her for being so kind..."We need to stick together in a time like this", she said "Besides you looked like you really needed a hug."
Just then I looked up again to see him still staring at me. "I love you" I whispered again. "I love you...I am sorry", his eyes would not leave me. "Do not be sorry...it is ok be strong. I Love You."
The men yelled out the buses were ready to go, and I watched as the pulled off. He opened the window and waved good bye to us as they drove off. My heart leaped into my throat...but I forced a smile...I am so proud of him and I do love him so very much.
I walked silently, holding my now asleep three year old, back to my car. In the breeze I could smell the scent of roses, bringing to me the sense of courage and love. I know every thing will be ok. I know we will grow stronger and closer because of this. With this knowledge, I will take my strength and courage. With this knowledge, I will give him nothing but love.
7 a.m. now, and I am in my car ready for the long silent car ride home. It has been a long morning...and will be a long year. I love you hun...you are every thing to me. Come home safe...you are in my heart always!
I cried when I got home...I cried even more when I woke up. My heartaches for him...and the same time it is so damn proud of him. Mixed up and all confused. It will be ok though...do not feel sorry for me, I am not going to feel sorry for myself...there is no need to.
Brightest Blessings to our men and women that are over there...and that are now flying over there. Safe flights and safe returns home!
Looking at the clock, the time was counting down. There was not much time left before we had to leave and say good bye. I tried to hold him as much as I could, I tried to kiss him and let him know how much I loved him, but hardest of all I tried to be strong and brave for him. The the alarm went off, it was time to get ready...as if we were not already up and ready.
We packed our selves, and my now awake three year old, into the car. It was 3 a.m., dark and heavy with tension and sorrow. We drove quietly to where my husband had to go to check out his weapons.
The parking lot was full of family members and soldiers waiting to say good bye to each other. The mood was light, every one trying to keep each other from panic and worry. My husband and I sat out side watching my son play, waiting for his company to be called to check out the weapons. We held each other more, and he played with my child as we told him that "Daddy was going to fight bad guys".
The time ticked by...slowly at first, but then gained speed as his name was called. I waited for him by the car as he walked up the stairs and stood in line. A few minutes latter he was back, gun in hand, and preparing to walk to the buses.
It was a long walk...but I felt a since of pride watching him march along with the other men. When we got to or resting place, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into him as the water works opened. There was only about 20 minutes left before it was time to go. He held me tight and told me he would be ok, he loved me and to not worry he was coming home to me. The he picked up my three year old and hugged him some more to say good bye.
In a heart beat, it was time for him to get ready to go on the bus. He stood in line again waiting to scan himself in, and rushed quickly back to me to hold me one last time. The announcement came for the family to move away, and allow the soldiers to get into formation. We held eachother tight with one more kiss, and I walked tears streaming to the side and watched him get into formation.
A few proud words and a prayer latter, they were ready to get on. He reached for me telling me to hurry and I ran to be next to him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in for one last deep kiss. Then with a tearful good bye...from both of us...he reluctantly let go and walked on to the bus.
I watched and waited for him to take his seat next to a window...lucky me! He looked out for me and our eyes met..."I love you" he mouthed. "I love you." I said back, "I am proud of you...Come Home to me." We both started to cry again and then found the strength to smile at each other.
A nice woman who was watching her son off came up to me and gave me a hug..."It will be ok. Be strong, you are his strength and he needs that." I smiled and thanked her for being so kind..."We need to stick together in a time like this", she said "Besides you looked like you really needed a hug."
Just then I looked up again to see him still staring at me. "I love you" I whispered again. "I love you...I am sorry", his eyes would not leave me. "Do not be sorry...it is ok be strong. I Love You."
The men yelled out the buses were ready to go, and I watched as the pulled off. He opened the window and waved good bye to us as they drove off. My heart leaped into my throat...but I forced a smile...I am so proud of him and I do love him so very much.
I walked silently, holding my now asleep three year old, back to my car. In the breeze I could smell the scent of roses, bringing to me the sense of courage and love. I know every thing will be ok. I know we will grow stronger and closer because of this. With this knowledge, I will take my strength and courage. With this knowledge, I will give him nothing but love.
7 a.m. now, and I am in my car ready for the long silent car ride home. It has been a long morning...and will be a long year. I love you hun...you are every thing to me. Come home safe...you are in my heart always!
I cried when I got home...I cried even more when I woke up. My heartaches for him...and the same time it is so damn proud of him. Mixed up and all confused. It will be ok though...do not feel sorry for me, I am not going to feel sorry for myself...there is no need to.
Brightest Blessings to our men and women that are over there...and that are now flying over there. Safe flights and safe returns home!