Concern

We have a very good friend in the military whose husband is a chaplain currently serving near Tikrit, Iraq. He's expected to be on his way home for his "Christmas" visit this weekend. As you might expect, we're all very anxious with him traveling across the country, and then the news comes out yesterday about the helicopter crash. The crash was on a flight path he could have been taking. He could have been in a black hawk. He was expected to call around 12:00 CST... but our friend hadn't heard from, yet. To top it off, her internet access wasn't working, so she couldn't even obsess over the nuggets of worthless information that got out to the media...

3:00 PM... 5:00 PM...

We went over and had dinner. Played with Ellie. Fixed her internet access.

6:00 PM... 8:00 PM...

Ellie needs to go to bed. She can be a big of a bear when it's past her bedtime. So, we head home, with an offer for Sarahlynn to spend the night if need be.

9:00 PM....

Finally. Her cell phone rings, and it's him. She calls us after she's off the phone with him: He's in Kuwait, "safe" and sound -- at least relatively so. He'll be on a flight sometime today to come home for a couple of weeks. Phew.

I don't like war at all, especially this one; but I love our friends and truly admire and appreciate what they do. I just wish they didn't have to do it in a war.