This time Sunday morning my buddy will be landing in Kuwait. There he'll be until he and his unit go into Iraq to relieve the men and women who are already there. He'll be there 16 months.
We traded phone messages all of last week just missing one another on the line. I saved his messages and I don't know why. When we finally got ahold of each other we spoke for over an hour bullshitting the entire time.I'm going to speak to him again for sure. Maybe I just wanted to keep some form of him over on these shores with the saved messages.
This is the first fight he's going to be in without me covering his back and him covering mine. And we've been in alot of fights. Iraq can't be tougher than the neighborhood we grew up in can it?
I can't begin to describe the size of the lump in my throat right now as I type this.
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Awwww, I don't even know what to say other than it sucks!!! He will come back in one piece and the both of you can kick ass around town at home. It is difficult when someone goes over there. I know several over there(the joys of living in a navy town for a couple of years) and the hardest part is just waiting for them to come home. Just keep in the back of your head that it is temporary and he will be home soon safe and sound.
Yikes....Just keep sending him good vibes.
damn dude, that really sucks... my old guitarist was sposed to go over there he was a reservist but bailed on the army
If anything man, tell your bud to be smart about it out there, and not play the hero, that shit will only get you shot.
The thing is I know he'll be fine but for the life of me I can't seem to erase this message of him saying "Call me back."
Reality bites.
Thanks, kow... today seems to be a serious day on blogland, for some reason.
Does he know you care so much?
it's hard to see 'em go, but like honey always told me before he left....
"it's what i go to work everyday to do". that always gave me some sort of sick twisted comfort. a soldiers life is hard to explain.
i'll keep your friend in my thoughts and prayers-as i do all the soldiers are over.
as for you-i'm sure when he's on that plane over there and on the nights where he's laying in his bunk remembering all the friends and family he's left behind-he'll remember your hour long bullshit session and it'll give him comfort.
He's lucky he has people who care about him as much as you do.
He's like a brother. I was his best man in his wedding. I just hate this whole Iraq situation. He has a wife and kid back here who need him.
Fuck I need to post something about boobs. I'm in a real funk today.
I'm out of the office at 4:30 and just 10 minutes from the Ben. Happy hour sound good?
Thank you dear, I needed that.
kow, go out, get fucking reatded sloppy drunk puke on the bartender piss in the cab ride on your way home, and pass out with your clothes on. I swear you'll feel much better about all thsi tomorrow, though i may forsee a light headache i yourr future if you chose this path.
Brother I have an all day beer tasting tommorow I have to attend. It's exactly what the hangover needs.
When or when will the insanity stop? Good vibes dude....send them his way.
Man love...lol..it's a beautiful thing. If I had your email...I might take you up on the advice thing! Haha...will trade sex for labor and parts!
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