It's two in the morning and I'm sitting here shaking... Mister just texted me to let me know that they are bringing people up one by one to tell them if they're going to Iraq. My heart is racing. Tears are forming. A million things are running through my head, the main one: please dont be on the list to go. Every possible scenario is flashing through my head. Panic. Every text he sends seems like it might be the one that say's he's going. Every moment that passes seems like the it might be the moment that he's being told he's leaving.
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