The Worry

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-- Caelanwolf - griffey chriss - Shakespeare's Monkeys

Your worst fears are things you shove to the back of your mind. They are things you do not think about, do not write about, do not commiserate about with friends, family, other military wives. You know they are there, but you don't acknowledge them. Don't ask me what I'm afraid of, it's a pointless question.

Every now and again you have one of those fears shoved in your face via some medium or another.

It could be a movie, or sitting at the airport with CNN blaring on the terminal televisions. It could be the people in front of you in line at the grocery store talking about the latest blather on FOX News, or a debate in a class at college. Or you could have to drive through a band of protesters who insist your husband is a terrorist and a baby killer.

And for a split second your breath is taken away from you, pulled out of your chest by some sort of magnetic force, ripped from your lungs with an intensity you hate to feel. But you catch it, at the last moment, and you move on, you walk away. You keep on keepin' on. And those worst nightmares are brushed aside, pushed downward, until the next time you happen to walk past the television aisle at SEARS to see 50 screens full of green night vision death.