Little Things Mean a Lot.
"Bad guys got stuck on stupid and we're into our 4th day of fighting. I haven't slept in about 3 days, but I wanted to warn you before I rack out that you're going to hear things in the media that sound familiar, like the names of provinces and FOBs. I don't want you to worry - my guys are kicking ass and we are all ok. I know you're going to worry anyway and not let a soul around you see it, but if it does get too hard, remember the promise I made you."
Not 20 minutes later the AP had picked up the incidents he was referring to, including a mortar attack on his FOB. But my guy, exhausted as he was, took the time to send me that email. How many guys would do that?
I'm thankful to say mine would.
Oh, and that promise he mentioned? Crying women don't do much for him and I agree that it doesn't help him any to sound like a woman at the Wailing Wall when deployment should be the only thing on his mind. So we made a deal:
I wouldn't cry at the Airport when we said goodbye.
He would come home safe to me.
I didn't shed a single tear.
And he doesn't break promises.