It's the last thing you think about before you sleep at nite. It's what you think about when you wake in the nite waiting for sleep to come back. It's the first thing on your mind in the morning. All day long, as you drive, work, eat or visit with friends. It's always there, a nagging ache that takes some of the joy out of everything you do. All the bright happy occasions are a little dimmer. A little empty. Your heart skips a beat when the phone rings.
This is what my life is like as the mom of an Army soldier serving in Iraq. My pain, my fear, my worry. I try to hide it all when I write a letter or say hello, I love you on the phone. He doesn't need to carry my worries, he has plenty of his own. He worries about his wife and kids, his folks, his crew who serve with him. About life, death, bills, jobs and the future.
And so we all soldier on. Each of us putting the best face on it that we can.
But I want to say something to all the vets out there who might read this, and who agree with the war and that we should stay in Iraq. Maybe you've forgotten how you felt (if you were really in combat) as you did your 12 and came home. But I'll bet you one thing......Your mama hasn't forgotten. Maybe you should ask her?????????????



