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I hate this
Last week, Mike told me that he'd be transferring to another base for a while, to work on some tanks. He wasn't sure how they were being transported. I always get a little antsy when I know he's going somewhere; he's safest when he's on base.
When I heard about the Blackhawk that went down on Saturday, I twinged, but I really don't think that he'd be going this soon. And now he hasn't shown up on IM at our scheduled time, but it's probably just a communication blackout - no communication is allowed from a base where soldiers have gotten killed for at least 24 hours. I don't know if the helicopter was from his base. There's very little information about it.
This drives me nuts, and there's really not anyone that I can talk to about it. They will either give me reassurance and platitudes, which I can do easily enough myself, or look grim, which I can also do. This is one of those times when talking doesn't help. But I feel very antsy, and I want this day to be over with, and tomorrow to come, and I want him to be there, on the other end, and he'll roll his eyes that I'd gotten nervous, but he'll tell me that he loves me, and that there's just a little longer to go.
Edit: I talked to my dear Gerriann on the phone and she said exactly the right thing for me -- "Oh, that so sucks. I'm sorry so sorry that you have to deal with that, babe, and I'm so glad that I don't."
When I heard about the Blackhawk that went down on Saturday, I twinged, but I really don't think that he'd be going this soon. And now he hasn't shown up on IM at our scheduled time, but it's probably just a communication blackout - no communication is allowed from a base where soldiers have gotten killed for at least 24 hours. I don't know if the helicopter was from his base. There's very little information about it.
This drives me nuts, and there's really not anyone that I can talk to about it. They will either give me reassurance and platitudes, which I can do easily enough myself, or look grim, which I can also do. This is one of those times when talking doesn't help. But I feel very antsy, and I want this day to be over with, and tomorrow to come, and I want him to be there, on the other end, and he'll roll his eyes that I'd gotten nervous, but he'll tell me that he loves me, and that there's just a little longer to go.
Edit: I talked to my dear Gerriann on the phone and she said exactly the right thing for me -- "Oh, that so sucks. I'm sorry so sorry that you have to deal with that, babe, and I'm so glad that I don't."