Written in 2007 with much love and affection. This came to my heart and mind as my son fought in the surge in Baqubah Iraq and buried more friends in a year than any young man ought to. The Lord has been faithful and good. My son’s heart has been broken, but not hardened. That has …
A few weeks ago I wrote an entry concerning mothers and deployment. Today I want to talk about a related topic — a topic that is related because it impacts the difficulty of deployment for families. Some of the military moms that I have had the immense pleasure of knowing and chatting with are underground. Yes. I have heard them tell one another …
When a soldier has his first brush with close combat it has been, in times past, described as “seeing the elephant.” I heard about this phrase several months back, and I have read a little bit about it. I simply can not stomach too much reading about real combat scenes. When you are the mother of a soldier, suddenly every combat …
“For I have known them all already, known them all:— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. –The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Elliot When Mr. Hooah fled for a nice retreat to Uncle Benning’s camp for wayward husbands, I joined a local gym so that I could work on getting …
Why in the world this particular title for a blog would come to me in my sleep is beyond me. Honestly though, I had a dream the other night that I was blogging and one of my blog entry titles was “Chestnuts Roasting Over Mortar Fire” and it was on the topic of trying to bring the home front …
I am an inherent worrier. I come from a long line of worriers. We worry that we worry too much. I have spent the greater half of my middle adulthood fighting back the temptation of worry. Worry, fret and anxiety can easily become a way of life, and what they leave in their path is usually not productive, helpful …