Fucking Army Times

It was supposed to be a good night. I went shopping, I bought my shoes and a necklace for the Brigade Ball. I get home, David is sitting in bed working on the laptop, I get ready for bed and join him. I see he has the new Army Times issue, for those who aren't familiar with the publication it's an Army-type newspaper that is published weekly. I see that he hasn't begun to read it, so I open it up and dig in. I love to read anything...remember? I'm going through it, and I come across a familiar name, and I read it out loud "SFC Allen M." and then I realize what I just read. It was his obituary, David hadn't even realized what it was yet. He grabbed the paper from me and just stared with a blank, lost stare. My husband it a tough man, very stoic at times. But, I saw pain in his face, I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't. I'm not sure why. Maybe because he doesn't like to talk about Iraq, I don't know.

You see David was in the Army before as an enlisted cav scout before receiving his commission. This was one of his buddies from his scout days, when we were at Fort Hood. He was killed in Baghdad under small arms enemy fire. He was only 42, and five years away from retirement.

It just brings this shit so much closer to home. He goes back in the fall and I am scared shitless. This war is wrong, our men and women are dying everyday. I provide my utmost support for the troops, although I disagree with the War in Iraq.

My thoughts and prayers go out to his family, although that just doesn't seem adequate.