I'm in a deep blue funk these days. I've just been trying to survive the over powering fear once again of my youngest son leaving for Iraq the first week of December. Tonight he calls and tells me he has good news to share with me ( he is going back to the same area of Iraq ) well let me tell you my heart dropped another level, its the Balaad area and no it is not a good area for any of our guys. Damn I hate this war, but yet I am so proud of him and those he serves with. All I seem to do is pray for the safety of all and try to remember the good times we have shared.
He had come home in August to go to Fort Benning for more intense training and came here every week-end when he could. He came to say goodbye a couple weeks ago on his way back to Fort Carson, he went out the door and left me one of his favorite Notre Dame caps to keep for his return, thats a special thing between me and him. It will be a long time before I see him again and I pray to God for grace and dignity to strengthen him and that God cover him with his all powerful shield of love, carry him when he finds things are to great to bear and protect all our soldiers there.
Thought I might share a picture he left with me, he was really enjoying his day.