Before he left, he asked me if I would be okay with him gone.
I was scheduled for surgery the next day. I couldn't say "please stay here, just for another day." The Army doesn't work that way.
I cried during pre-op. I cried in the ward. I cried in the barracks.
My friends are slowly going far, far away. Other countries away. Oceans away.
I know I'm not the only one who is lonely.
--Annie