Ok, it is now 1900, for you civilians (ha) that is 7:00 pm, if I performed my math correctly. I am supposed to get a phone call by the end of the day to tell me when I can see (hug, kiss...) my husband. I can't begin to tell you how badly I need to be in his arms and wrapped up in a hug. I don't think anyone can possibly imagine or understand it unless you have been there.
As each minute passes, I get a little more sad, thinking the date will be pushed back and I will have to spend another day without him. He still isn't out of that effing country. He was supposed to be yesterday...half his unit has been out since Friday.
Phone, please ring....
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