Grab a cup of tea and have a seat. What happened yesterday has really made me think.
A few days ago I was talking with one of our friends that just got back from Iraq. Dimitri, our friend, has graves disease.
The time has come for Dimitri to face this disease. He is having a hard time with this. Surgery would be best but the recovery time is very long.
I asked Dimitri if it would be the end of the world if he did not deploy for a while. After all he has been to Iraq six times.
The answer to my question was yes it would kill him to not be able to deploy for a while.
me: Why? Why do you answer the door every time the marine corps knocks. What about your life?
Dimitri: I learned to answer the door from your husband.
me: yes and the Marine Corps almost killed my husband.
That conversation ended.
Yesterday I saw Dimitri and he was not feeling good. The doctors stuck a big needle in his neck to check on his thyroid.
While I was at Dimitri's house I noticed that he had not unpacked all of his stuff from this last deployment. One of the things was the quilt I had made him.
I just looked at the quilt. I was so shocked that he did take it to Iraq and that it had made it back. It made me feel good to know that he did take a piece of home with him.
On our way to 29 palms C.J. and stopped at March Air Reserve Base. The base was taken to reserve status several years ago, so it is usually a ghost town.
Not yesterday. As we approached the base I notice the air strip was lined with air craft. I know what that means. There is another deployment coming.
My heart sank. Once again we will be saying good bye to our friends.
Why? Why can't I have friends that don't leave. Why are we still fighting this war? Why do these young men CHOOSE to join the service just to protect my freedom? Why are there more questions then answers?
Yes, there is a huge deployment coming up and yes we will once again stand on a parade deck and say goodbye to them. Once again tears will be shed. My heart say's don't go.
My head is telling me to keep my eye one the prize. The prize is seeing them all come home. The prize is getting phone calls from them. The prize is holding them.
I have a busy day ahead of me, so I better get to it. I can't just sit here and wonder about the future. Rusty has the flu, Amber has to work tonight. Then there is the usual house hold crap.
Yes, a stick is a manual. I need to remember that we use different words then they do in the UK.