I know I’ve bitched before about how being a military mom sucks, but this deployment crap is just awful. I’m worried about him every second of every day. Sure, as a mom, I’m used to worrying about my kids constantly, but this is different. This is known danger. This is undoubtable danger. This is real.
Yesterday, Marine called me while I was school supply shopping. There I am, with 4 kids trying to purchase 100 school supply items without going broke or punching one of the 300 other last minute shoppers in the head for being in my way, and the phone rings. Of course, I answer right away because it’s Marine.
After the pleasantries and all that, Marine starts to tell me how he’s a super hero now. My ears perk up. What?
So, Marine goes on to describe his latest convoy mission. The one where the truck just ahead of his got blown up. Uh, what? Blown up?
My heart begins to beat faster.
Apparently, while out on the latest convoy, the truck ahead of his rolled over an IED and exploded. My son, my HERO, rushed to the blown-to-smithereens vehicle and rescued the driver.
I wasn’t even sure what to say…I was speechless. After regaining some sort of thought process, I asked if the driver was ok (YES HE IS) and if Marine was ok (YES HE IS TOO). Marine goes on to tell me how a very unfortunate goat herder and his goat were also blown up when walking over a second IED in the area. My poor son, doing this, witnessing these things…it just shouldn’t be. I want him home. I want him safe.