Hi all.
I'm mainly blogging to get my mind off of what my mom is talking about to her friend. They are talking war. Ugh. I hate war. I don't know details of what happens over there because I don't want to panic. I know if I know what really happens a lot, well, I won't sleep for days, and I'll literally get sick to my stomach from worry. She's telling my loved one's war stories. His/her friends who have been killed/committed suicide. Things like that, and details about what these people have gone through.
One careless Lt. cost a young man, in his very young 20s, to lose part of his legs. Another young 20 yr old lost both feet saving his Sargent's life. And the sarg. well, every bone in his back was shattered. Mom was also telling about the time when a glass window got hit with with an RPG, and the glass shattered and thank God it held. It was lees then an inch from my loved one's face. I've seen photos of the event. *starts to get a little hysterical from fear/worry*
Okay, I'm posting to distract myself, not make it worse..........................
*blare music to drown out the talk* Okay, I'm fine, I'm fine.....
In truth I'm lucky, he/she has had so many close calls. And unlike some of my friends, he/she comes home. Each time he/she's gone, he/she comes home.
Sorry to be so vague, my parents don't like me to post name/how I know them.
