Two months down, five to go.

 

Do you spot him?

Wow, It has already been two months since Jerry left. Two months ago at this time (3:19 am), we have already checked out from our hotel and have been packing his luggages into the truck. All the laundry is done, everything was all neatly folded up and ready to go. We got to Camp Pendleton around 3:45 AM to the landing zone (also known as the "LZ") We were the first ones there, so we decided to head back to his barracks. There were a lot of guys just going in and out their rooms, loading/unloading stuff. A lot of tired girlfriends/wives standing around, and anxiety filled the air. We headed back to the LZ and hung out for a while. Then, we walked to where they stored all their weapons. It was down this concrete slope that led into a narrow dirt path. He held  my hand the whole time, and we started to swing it like little kids would. This felt so surreal, because I knew in a matter of hours he would be on his way to Afghanistan. This day was the day I have dreaded the most, but I was ready for it to be over with. Time couldn't have slowed down that morning, because I swear it was already 10 am before I knew it. They did role call, and had a little transition break for the Marines to say goodbye to their families. All the girlfriends/wives were sobbing, and I felt especially bad for those with the newborns. I kept staring at him the whole time, wallowed in sorrow, anxiety, concern, and pride. When they all stood together, a sense of comfort has overtaken all my worries. I know that they will protect each other and be on the lookout. No brother / sister will be left behind. I miss him so much!! Just five more months and he'll be back here in my arms. <3