Day 66 War

Well, last Wednesday was the scariest day of all.. 60 days into deployment and the Taliban attacks the capital headquarters, the US Embassy and the airport. Of all the weeks for my husband to be in the capital and at the headquarters. He was in a management class when the bombings began. He was escorted to the Gym across from the classrooms. He was there for a little while until he moved to the D-Fac for the remainder of the lockdown. The attacks began at 1:30 pm Afghan time (2:00 am my time) and continued for about 21 hours. All was calm by Wed night my time @ 10:30 pm and 10:00 am Afghan time. I finally received a call from hubby @ 11:45 pm my time. That was the longest Wednesday of my life. I have to thank social media because if it weren't for Facebook and Twitter updates by the journalists, I dont know how I would have managed my anxiety. All went back to normal in the big city and he went on to participate in the Chief Pinning Ceremonies on Friday afternoon. Saturday was his planned flight back to the little country; however, his flight was cancelled until Monday Afternoon. He was fortunate enough to be able to stay in the military quarters @ the airport.  So it is now Monday morning my time... Day 66 and hubby has made it safely back to the Rock.  Back safe and sound in his room that he wired with internet. Yay! Tango calls can resume. Until December when he gets to take 15 day leave. Seems so far away....

Day 60 Nausea

I did hear from hubby yesterday around 11:15 am. He had arrived safely and was escorted to his very own private room w/bathroom, laptop, and telephone. The downside is having to walk to the camp 15 minutes away in order to perform his duties this week.  He was so beyond ecstatic to have his own room w/linens and air conditioning. I had a smile on my face the rest of the day.

And now... nausea... I have not heard from my husband in over 24 hours. Panic, Worry, Nausea!  Is he okay? Is it just a blackout?  Questions racing through my mind. So difficult to concentrate at work. It is the middle of the night there so I presume he is a sleep and I will not hear anything now for hours. God, I hate this! I give it to you God. Please make my mind stop racing and my anxiety disappear.

Day 59 Traveling

We are 59 days into this deployment and it doesnt seem to get any easier. Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of September 11th. The reason my husband is now half a world away from me. I never imagined that I would marry a military man nor would I imagine how 9/11 would touch my life yesterday. I felt so many emotions: anger, sadness, depression, hope, pride. It was a heavy day. I am so glad that I went to church though. God makes everything better. While I cried as I worshipped, I knew that this was just a season in my life and next year at this time my husband and I will be together. But I still get angry that we are sending our men and women to a war that will never end. While I am thankful that my husband is in hopefully the safest part of the country, I am still upset that he is even over there. His duties in my eyes have absolutely nothing to do with ending the war on terror. And he is traveling today to the other side of the country. My anxiety is so high. It makes me so nervous when he is in the air over there and then the drive from the airport to the base. It is so difficult to concentrate when my mind is on him and his safety. And then we he travels back on Saturday I will be a nervous wreck also. All for what?!  So the country has a new computer system!  Jeopardizing our families lives for a country that will not change and does not want us there. At the same time I am so proud of my husband for doing his duty. Doing what he signed up for. Never complaining. Going with the flow. He loves the Navy. He loves being a chief. And that is one of the reasons why I love him. He is so honorable and has the best work ethic. I know he does all he can to secure his safety to make sure I dont worry. But I worry. I always will. Until he comes home.