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Jan. 11th, 2005 08:24 amMike called from Grayling last night: he's going to be deployed on Jan 28 to Fort Blix, Texas, and then, after four weeks training there, to Kuwait. Kuwait is the entrance point for the Iraq area, but he doesn't know where he'll be sent after Kuwait.
I'm trying to get my head around it - that he'll be gone in two weeks, and that he'll be gone for a year. That he'll be going to such a dangerous place.
I had some surgery scheduled for the end of the month - a hernia repair and a bladder repair - and now I'm trying to decide if I should postpone it. The bladder repair is not that big of a deal, but the hernia is low in my groin and is starting to bulge. I'm going into the Doc's office for an appointment with Jake tomorrow, so I'll talk to him about it then.
We haven't told the kids yet. We'll tell them tonight.
I feel terribly guilty that I am relieved that he'll be making more than twice the money that he does now, and that I won't have to worry about bills for the next year.
He's been in the guards for almost 20 years. He wants to go - I do understand that. What is weird is that I want him to go, too. His lifelong fascination with strategy and tactics - to finally be a part of that; it's something that he wants so much.
I agree that Hitler had to be stopped. I don't know about WWII's pacific conflict. Mike thinks that Saddam Hussein was more like Stalin, not Hitler - that he was dangerous, but could have been contained without this war.
So, he will go and he'll be happy to go - oh, maybe not truly happy, but satisfied. And when he comes back, he will not be the same. And neither will I.
I'm trying to get my head around it - that he'll be gone in two weeks, and that he'll be gone for a year. That he'll be going to such a dangerous place.
I had some surgery scheduled for the end of the month - a hernia repair and a bladder repair - and now I'm trying to decide if I should postpone it. The bladder repair is not that big of a deal, but the hernia is low in my groin and is starting to bulge. I'm going into the Doc's office for an appointment with Jake tomorrow, so I'll talk to him about it then.
We haven't told the kids yet. We'll tell them tonight.
I feel terribly guilty that I am relieved that he'll be making more than twice the money that he does now, and that I won't have to worry about bills for the next year.
He's been in the guards for almost 20 years. He wants to go - I do understand that. What is weird is that I want him to go, too. His lifelong fascination with strategy and tactics - to finally be a part of that; it's something that he wants so much.
I agree that Hitler had to be stopped. I don't know about WWII's pacific conflict. Mike thinks that Saddam Hussein was more like Stalin, not Hitler - that he was dangerous, but could have been contained without this war.
So, he will go and he'll be happy to go - oh, maybe not truly happy, but satisfied. And when he comes back, he will not be the same. And neither will I.