Monday, May 09, 2011

D-ployed

Tom Petty said it best (and I always hear this damn song in my head at times like this): The waiting is the hardest part.

I’ve been dreading the day I’d find out that one of my friends is being deployed. 

Well, he is.

Towards the end of July.

I’m completely sick over this…

The people I love don’t seem to do so well when the military is involved.  Three people, two successful suicides and eight very unsuccessful attempts.

While I’m proud as hell that he’s serving our country and thankful, so very, very, very, thankful that he is, there’s a huge part of me that’s being VERY selfish.

I know I’ll make a point to see him before he leaves. There’s a clock out there, somewhere, that has time on it… and I need to fulfill my end of that deal. (I believe a compromise has been reached as to how that time can be used in a very family friendly, PG-13 manner.)

But that doesn’t mean that I’m OK with any of this.

I WON’T be OK with any of this until he’s home. Safe.

Gah.