Army wives are well-trained: don’t bother your deployed husband with your (circle one) depressing/sad/emotional/upsetting news/stories/feelings. I have done my best to abide by all the unwritten rules governing Army wives. But I slipped a little when he called. Okay, I poured my heart out. I told him about Paula, who gets a short email from her hubby every day – unless there is a "comm blackout" ("communication blackout" – when soldiers aren’t allowed to contact family). Such blackouts only occur when someone has died, to avoid rumors getting back to wives before the chaplain can. When she doesn’t get an email, its like a silent bell; the worst part is, she has to wait 24-48 hours to find out that the bad news isn’t hers, and it drives her crazy. I told him our friend Erin, who only knows two deployed soldiers, found out some bad news the other day. She’s still in disbelief, I think. I told him these past two weeks had been rough – and then I started crying. Army guilt set in. Bad Army wife. No crying to deployed husbands! I wanted to hold it in, but I couldn’t. How do you not confide in your best friend? He was sympathetic, and said (with no prompting) "I miss you terribly right now." It was the first time he’s said something so heartfelt in a long while. It was a bit of a relief to hear apathy hadn’t iced over him, as it does with so many soldiers.
He asked if I got my package for E. At the time I hadn’t. But shortly after we got off the phone, I opened my door and found this!
Just seeing his sloppy handwriting was comforting. Inside was the traditional Kurdish/Peshmerga uniform that one of the Iraqi batallions gave him (I think they were inspired by MC Hammer):
And E’s gift – a bootleg collection of "100 Disney Movie" (100 doesn’t have to be plural). She’s going to love them! My Darling Doofus did not include a card or a note (writing any sort of sentiment is stressful for him). So I will be keeping the box as my token.
While running an errand later, I noticed a rainbow had appeared over our little village of a town. I was instantly comforted by the reminder that God’s hand is over my sky – the same sky that J. and all of our soldiers sleep under.