what a day...

Look at my Army man...

:)

Today was the 8th anniversary of 9/11. I was glued to the TV all morning mourning for the families that lost loved ones and reflecting on what to blog about. I found myself thinking about and praying for the soliders that are fighting for our freedom. I found a renewed sense of peace for our upcoming deployment. I thought about how proud I was to be an Army wife. Then Travis called and dropped a bomb on me. Turns out our deployment is going to start a little earlier...like on Sunday. It is all a long story. I cried (because that always makes me feel better) and Travis vented. We learned today how much we feel that the Army just does not communicate well. Travis is new and obviously the last guy his new bosses even think about to tell updates to. But, apparantly he is leaving for Fort Rucker on Sunday (yes he just came from there) for a couple of weeks to train up on the network that they will use while in Afghanistan, then he will come home for a few days and then hopefully leave for Fort Hood to get progressed in his aircraft. We both want him to go to Fort Hood, it would be really good to be progressed before he leaves for Afghanistan, so he will actually be of use when he gets there. (For those non- army aviation folks...being progressed means to become quailified to go on missions. He will learn new tasks and perfect old tasks so he is ready to go.) Until he is progressed he is not allowed to fly in the war zones. period. So, with all this being said it means my husband will need to leave to train for the next 6 weeks, come home for about 3, and then deploy for a year. Now, the way the Army works, all of this could change tomorrow! The Rucker trip is permanent, the Hood trip is still up in the air, but that is the one trip that Travis (and I) really want him to go on. With all that being said, I write this to ask for your prayers for patience, and strength. We were unable to prepare mentally/emotionally for him to leave in less than 2 days. I am proud to be an Army wife, even when the Army messes up plans. I love my husband and would do anything for him, even if that means supporting him and understanding that he can leave at a drop of the hat. But to top off the entire days frustrations, because for Travis it literally was one thing after another, he got home to get on Facebook to find out one of his friends from WestPoint that was in his company that went to OCF on occasion has passed away in Afghanistan. His name was Tyler and he was an infantryman. Please keep his family in your prayers because I honestly can not imagine what it would be like to get that kind of visit/phone call from the Army.