hey! the phones aren't working right now so i thought that id drop you a line.[...] things here are good. something different everyday. the kids love the beanies. we go through however many you guys send in about one missions time. Other trucks in the convoy ask for them too so that they can throw them out.I was so relieved to hear from him. I'd missed his last phone call, and have been missing him like crazy. We have, in this community, been rattled by the death of another one of ours, last Thursday. PFC Robert A. Liggett, age 23, graduated with in the same class with Brian, at Fort Leonard Wood, last July.
His dad, Jeff, Stepmom, Michelle, and I have been sickened with this news all weekend. As is the rest of the community. My e-mail back to Brian this morning, read, in part:
Well, hon, I'm home this morning, going soon to attend the homecoming procession of a fallen soldier from Urbana. Your dad is one of the escorts, and is going to call me when they leave the airport. It's so difficult to hear of these things; knocks us off our ass for a day or so, then we get back up and go help out. Your being a soldier is one of the most profound things that has ever "happened to me." I feel fiercely patriotic, and proud of anyone that has ever served our country, in a way I never understood before. I see guys in fatigues, and it takes all I have not to just go up and hug 'em. Hell, sometimes I do! I feel like they're all my son, all your brother...and I just wanna...fix 'em all spaghetti or something.And I signed off, and Diane and I grabbed her flag off the side of her house, and went downtown to wait.
So anyway, we love you tons, and I'm glad to hear from you. I'm at Aunt Dee's right now, we're going to leave for the procession in a few minutes. She sends her love!
And I don't know what else to say right now.
My head hurts.
My heart, too.