This was written yesterday by a friend of mine, Tabitha Kaza. She is a young mother of 5 whose husband is a Marine in Iraq. There are a few dimensions to this that struck a chord with me, so I would like to share it.
My youngest brother who is 17 and just graduated from High School on Saturday. He is what they call a Marine "Poolie". He officially signed up for the Marines in November, but has not gone to basic training yet. He goes off to basic training on September 7. Then maybe to war. We are both very proud and very afraid.
Love Me When I'm Gone
There are moments in everyone's life when one realizes things will never be the same.
One day, in early spring 2004, my husband came home from work early. I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw him. His eyes looked far away. He asked me to send the children outside, but our toddler refused to leave his arms. I sat on our bed, pregnant with our fifth, and felt a bolt of fear.
"He's going to leave for Iraq before the baby's born," I thought.
