The Soldier left again today. This time it’s only for a week, but since he has only been home since November, it was kind of like picking off a scab.
Watching him pull out his uniform and pack his bags was a lot for the kids to deal with and when you are four, a week might as well be 18 months again. But the Army doesn’t think about these things, they can’t, they have a mission to accomplish.
I hate dropping him off at the airport and I can’t help but wonder which husband I will pick up in a week. Maybe I will get the one who is part of our family back, not the one who just observes from the outside.
War changes a person in ways you can’t even comprehend at the time and nothing can - or will - prepare you for it.
And whether I admit it or not, it has changed me. We have all been through hell.
Some days, I wish I could stop and rewind time.