I try not to think about him being gone too much cause it kinda makes me freak out, but it's getting easier to think he's safe. The sirens haven't gone off while we're on the phone anymore, which is a very good thing. So I try to pretend he's not surrounded by people with guns who like to set things on fire and hate Americans. I would be overwhelmed had Gary actually gotten the one-year deployment he first volunteered for. Thank GOD his boss wouldn't let him go for that long. :) I try to think he's just on a base like those I used to visit all the time in high school. Safe, boring, bland bases that had dorritos. Talking to him every day helps perpetrate the delusion and though I don't think he'll be hurt (whoever does?) I have stopped saying in my head "It only took dad six weeks to get shot." The circumstances are way different, and I know it's safer for Gary, so it's easier to shut that voice up.
The only voice that gets to me sometimes is the lonely voice. I haven't gotten too bad though since I am keeping really busy, busy to the point where I'm actually just happy to be sitting at home alone. But still, it is a little sad to come home to and sleep next to no one but a whiny cat when you're used to a hilarious hubalub instead. It's even harder I think cause I hardly know anyone here, though people have been WAY more amazing than they were in OKC, where we lived before. So anyway, that's my bit.
