Waiting...

My husband finally left for Iraq almost a week ago. Now all I can do is wait to hear from him. That is the most fustrating part right now. I check my e-mail three times a day, listen for the phone to ring in the middle of the night, and wait. I feel as I am a death row inmate waiting for the Governors last minute reprieve. I pace around the house while the boys are at school, so that they don't see how nervous I am. It is not the fact that he's gone, but where he went to. I would have been fine if he had gone to Spain or Germany, but to a place that has become Hell-on-Earth. That's what is worrying me the most. I fear that I will either get the knock on the door late one night telling me he has been killed or finding out he is in a hospital bed alone with me near him.


All I can do is wait......