my robby came back to the state..... he was here for about 3 days only. he left today about a hour ago.. i miss him already!! when he left i was about to cry but i held my tears back. i didn't want to cry in front of him.

i am so tired. i have to work tomorrow morning.

i think??

im listening to a place nearby and it's making me sad..... im thinking 'bout rob. i havent recieve a call from him and it's worrying me... sometimes i feel like i should stay home just incase he call. i feel like if i go out and i miss his call, i'll be so mad at myself...

i think im going crazy...

You know too many times in life we think of what we want, and not of what we have. This week, I have learned that love is more than life and death, it is eternity, and once you have it, no matter what, the love will never change. I have learned, that you should cherish what you have, for tomorrow you may not have it at all.

I did not know what to think of this, until I got my phone call. "Corporal, your country needs you, and as of this moment you are under orders to be deployed to Kuwait, good luck and God bless." Short and to the point.

I may never again hold the ones who I love with all my heart, and may never again get a chance to make up for the wrong I have done to them. If I don`t return, there is one thing that everyone should know, and it is something that I truly believe in, "Dreams Come True if The Heart is willing to go the Distance." Please pray for my family and other soldiers family; for they will be the ones who would have to live life without us shall we not come back. If I don`t, I know I will die brave and honorably, and that my dream has come true, to find true love and have a beautiful family. My thoughts are based upon a realistic dream I had the Saturday I got my orders, and God, spoke to me and said do not be afraid, for there is more to live for I will take care of you. Loud and as clear as day, I woke up, and held my loved ones and would not let go, as I held them in my arms crying and telling them I love them. My lord and savior has already said a prayer for me.

God Bless America, and God Bless you
all

-An Unknown Soldier

*sigh* johnson left today to iraq. i dont know what to feel... i just dont know............... it's so hard...........

a friend of mine just email me this. it was written by an Army wife. thought i share it with whoever's reading this.

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You probably didn't realize who was sitting next to you.

You rattled on about how silly this antiterrorist war is, and that it's just a political ploy.

You complained about America being the world's police.

You said you'd never let your son run off to fight, and you'd throw a fit if they just sent your husband off.

At that point, I almost turned around and told you who I am.

I am a military spouse.

Life in the military has never been easy.

It means low pay with no overtime, watching your husband go to work with a fever because the doctor didn't deem him sick enough for the day off.

It means years of rules and protocol that wear on you like a dripping faucet late at night.

Don't even get me going on the weekly inspection of our yards.

We live with Terms like "Exercise" which means 2 week shifts.

And "TDY," which means your spouse is gone for up to 180 days.

And "Remotes," which means your spouse is gone for longer than 180 days.

And finally, "PCS," which means your whole family is going on this ride.

Don't get me wrong, whining is not my intent here.

While the road we've been down in the military hasn't always been paved; it's been a good life.

My kids know you don't wait to make friends because you never know how long they'll be here.

We know how precious good friends are even when miles separate us.

We go to live in other countries where the locals despise us.

We know that value of a good, old fashioned love letter.

It wasn't always in vogue to be patriotic. Sept. 11 helped turn that tide, but flags are fading around here again.

My husband is TDY (temporary duty) right now. I'm not allowed to tell you where.

I'm 26 days into a 109-day TDY.

There have been too many times I have needed him here.

It's being a single parent although you are still married to your children's father.

It's keeping a marriage alive through letters, care packages, and 10 minute phone calls that you wait for weeks to receive

It's having to answer the question, "how many days till daddy comes home?" two hundred times.

It's waving good-bye to a figure on a ship or a plane or a bus and trying not to blink for fear you'll loose sight of them, those extra seconds so precious.

It's living a thousand miles away from any loved ones.

Forget the running of the home fort - there are kisses and hugs that should be taking place.

I lie in bed and try to recall what his breathing sounds like next to? me - or hear the door open and try to envision him walking in from work.

What I would give to hear his clear voice without telephone static and worrying about how much the phone call will cost us.

It's missing birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas's. Not to mention the birth of a child, first steps, first words, lost teeth, nightmares, baseball games, school plays and a million other "daily events" that civilians take for granted.

It's living with the knowledge that any day they could be sent on a? mission that will change your and your children's lives forever.

The deep fear - what if this separation becomes permanent?

Distance is a horrible thief of what is precious, because it only reminds us of how precious it is.

You kept on talking for a while.

I then realized I was picking up your tab.

You could sit there freely and give your opinion because of the military families like ours. We do not have the luxury of political opinion. We only know orders, patriotism and duty.? We are paying the price for your freedom.

I've heard it said that soldiers of the past, present and future pay for the flag.

Nah, we're the THREADS it's woven with.

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