THOSE Phone Calls

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-- Caelanwolf - griffey chriss - Shakespeare's Monkeys

This evening I received a phonecall. The key caller, assigned to me through the Family Readiness Group associated with my husband's Troop called me. I thought it odd in the seconds before answering th call that she was calling, as we had already spoken once this month. Passing the thought off, I answered.

She had a strained tone to her voice, and told me she had a script to read to me. My heart dropped, because I knew it meant someone had died.

At least the Department of Defense realizes the most important thing to put at the top of these briefs is "Your soldier is OKAY," before going into the details of what happened.

Two soldiers from a different Troop in my husband's Squadron (okay I may have the wrong terminology there, forgive me, I'm sure my husband will correct me sooner or later, haha) were killed early this morning. Two more were (not seriously) injured.

I hate these phonecalls. As if seeing the news, or reading the lists online wasn't bad enough, when it's a real live person whose job it is to call you on the phone tells you about it, it hits home a little more.

I don't pray, I'm not religious, but I do have faith my husband will come home to me. But I also won't sleep tonight.