I'm young and restless, yet painfully old and wise. Sometimes I feel I've forgotten which way is left or right. I'm confused, but I've got it all together. I'm lost but I'm found, I'm wrong but I'm right. I'm a walking and talking contradiction.
My name is Bray, and I'm reckless.
My soldier, yes mine, is currently serving his second 15 month tour of the sandbox. He is ground special ops infantry in the Army, ergo, most of the work he does, or even where is is, tends to be classified. Sometimes I wonder if he's completely two separate people... sometimes I wonder if I ought to be two separate people myself.
He's not the first soldier I've known to deploy, I'm sure he won't be the last. Some of them came home and picked up where they left off, others came home a different shade of what they once were, and some of them didn't come home.
Regardless of weather your soldier is male or female, in the airforce, marines, navy, or national guard. Being the one left behind during any deployment no matter how long or short, is never easy.
I hope that we can set aside the verbal bashings between branches and realize, we are all going through the same thing. Let's Unite just as our service men do, and support each other through this.
All my best,