This morning when I met with my Foreign National, we had some time. I was talking about my Marine friends and how we are old now. He was going over some pics with me in his phone from "The Stan". There was this dear Oriental Comrade, He had less than 48 hrs to come home. His Leopard got hit, he died. He talked about the good times and being in the Guard at his funeral. I saw his face. That was hard. He said that it was the most Honorable Thing he has ever done. to which I replied " I Love My Oriental Friends" Two weeks from now will be the Anniversary. He showed me his whole life on his phone, in the dark, in the middle of the desert. It was a Hollowed Moment. We got close quick.
Midway today, I got a text, "Mission Accept Or Denied" in front of my Canadian Charge. Text was garbled, I voiced it. He asked "What Going On"? I said "I have a Mission assignment Request" " Text is Garbled". I called HQ. Cant do it on the phone. I explained that I get moved and that I don't know without ground line. He asked if I would be there next week, I said I don't know. Day went on. He knew that I wouldn't be back. I felt it also. I collected his Pass at the end of the day, he packed Ms Chens Marlboros, I Drove him out. It was Honorable. His last words were. " I know Damn Well Next Week I will Be Somewhere Else".
Im reassigned in Tech, Optical Tracking. Im gonna miss that little guy. We shared a lot. I will drink and grieve now. Im am now crying. I have no Apology.
. We went the surgery route too. Or hubby did.
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