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David left this morning for Iraq. As of last night he still wasn't sure where he would be exactly. Orders always change. This weekend he got two cats from someone he knew who is also going away. Barbara will take care of the cats in the big empty house for the next year. I worry about her. It rains so much there, it's much too depressing. I wouldn't feel like getting out of bed. It's hard enough only seeing the person I love on weekends. I can't imagine going without him for a year.
When we were wrapping up our conversation last night, I told him I love him. I don't say this out loud that much to my brother. He said it too, then he said good bye. For the first time he sounded something other than "okay" with everything. but he was in no way upset or frightened. he said good bye in a sort of whining way, like how a kid who has been playing video games for an hour finally responds to a mother that has been nagging him to take out the garbage. "okay, okay, i'm going already."
i hung up and did the dishes and cried a little. nothing had better happen to him as a result of this bumbling failure of an invasion.
When we were wrapping up our conversation last night, I told him I love him. I don't say this out loud that much to my brother. He said it too, then he said good bye. For the first time he sounded something other than "okay" with everything. but he was in no way upset or frightened. he said good bye in a sort of whining way, like how a kid who has been playing video games for an hour finally responds to a mother that has been nagging him to take out the garbage. "okay, okay, i'm going already."
i hung up and did the dishes and cried a little. nothing had better happen to him as a result of this bumbling failure of an invasion.