Another One of Those Freaking Me Out Kind of Days
“The previous evening, an improvised explosive device detonation near ***** killed one U.S. soldier from Task Force **** and wounded four others. The wounded soldiers were evacuated to a coalition medical facility and are in stable condition. The names of the soldiers killed and wounded are being withheld pending notification of their families.”
That’s my son’s task force. And that’s one of the towns they patrol. And I haven’t heard from him in a couple of days. So I turned the volume up the pc first thing this morning and listened for the “Moo” or one of the other special sounds programmed to his battle buds all day. None has been online since early yesterday morning U.S. time, early afternoon in Iraq. So I kept busy. My soldier’s dog has been really ill for the last two weeks but she came home this morning from the animal hospital, on some medication and has to be fed small amounts of food every few hours. Watched some baseball. Shampooed the carpets in the house. Walked the dogs to walk off some of MY nervous energy. Cruised the news channels and news sites. It’s so frustrating -- it’s not like we can call and leave a message on his cell phone or ring a roommate to check up on him… It’s waiting… and wondering… praying. Praying for my son and all the other soldiers… my heart pained that some soldiers’ parents will be getting that call or that visit. And I know tonight will be a night of tossing and turning… and cursing the clock… until he emails or calls. I’ve already figured out that it never gets easier. You worry. You always worry.
I’d like to close by thanking all the Vietnam vets for their service to our country on the 30th anniversary of the end of the war. I’ll do a separate post on that soon.