And He's Leaving. Again.

I knew it was probably bad news when Tom texted me asking if I was home because we needed to talk.

I immediately thought of a deployment. I even texted back and asked if he was deploying.

“We’ll talk soon,” is all he replied.

Crap.

Crappity, crappity, crappity, crap.

I knew he’d probably be deploying soon. After all, he was next on the list. I just hoped…well…I just hoped that maybe it would be awhile.

When Tom came home his face was grim.

“Where and when?” I sighed. A part of me was hoping a grin would suddenly form on his face and he’d shout, “Fooled ya!” (Had he done that he’d have gotten my a purse thrown at his head. And it would have hurt because I have all sorts of crap in there.)

But no. It was not a joke. He let me know where (I cannot specify due to OPSEC) and when.

Basically, all I can say is he’ll be gone most of May for training, then back for most of June and then he’s gone for six months.

It sucks.

It seems like he just got back from his year long stint in Korea. But no, really, he’s been back since August. It was only a matter of time before he had to go again. Such is the life in the military. There are people who have it worse…some are gone for a year and a half at a time. Every couple of months. But I do want to point out that even though my husband is Air Force, it doesn’t mean he has it easy. He’s not one of those people who sit behind a desk or get bronze stars for doing their job in finance. He’s a K9 handler so he’s out with his dog.

This means he won’t be here for any holidays. No Halloween. No Thanksgiving. No Christmas.

On the plus, my parents live only 7 hours away so if I need anything, they can be here.

I also have friends.

So we’ll be okay. We can do this.

If I can get through a year then surely I’ll be fine with six months.