Nov 29 2008
Kalsu is not my friend :(
I haven’t written very many posts lately. I apologize. I guess you could say, I have been a little sad…well, more than before sad. I had a little surgery on the 19th and spent quite a bit of time on my butt! For those of you who know me, perpetual motion is my favorite way of life. Spending time on my butt gives me too much time to think….I don’t like to think a lot anymore! I remember an overused phrase I learned growing up–”Ignorance is bliss”! I have come to swear by that and just try and keep it as simple as possible. Being on my butt, being 40 and having a piece of my heart in a war-zone ganged up on me……so I haven’t been around (it’s called isolating) Sorry!
It doesn’t help that the piece of my heart that is in a war-zone is now settled into Forward Operating Base Kalsu. He had been at Camp Liberty and Camp Stryker and I was so grateful because we spoke daily, sometimes more than once. It was nice and I could at least rest in the relative security of knowing that if I was hearing from him, he was safe. Now, he’s hunkered down with Buck at Kalsu. Kalsu has little to no internet capabilities except for one Government sanctioned internet tent. Hunter had spent boatloads of money on his laptop and getting it wireless internet ready and that had made things so easy for us. FOB Kalsu has NO wireless capability and it would take the Soldiers nearly two grand to get it up and going and he can’t find enough of them that want to go in and split the cost of wireless installation. So, now I’m scraping by on a telephone call her and there, very short….and a few messages on the computer when he gets the time. I am trying to get over my holiday case of the ‘Poor Me’ and just learn to be grateful that he is very well trained and very ready for his mission and I just need to be strong and relish the short calls and keep my own spirits up. Send me some comments, you guys know I blog for strength and today, I need some…….
Mama loves……
p.s. don’t worry, I can usually recover from the slump without too much whining!
Hey there,
My heart beats in rhythm with yours and I wait to exhale with every report of “casualties” from Iraq. My “little darling” has opened my eyes and separated me from the masses. Until he won his “battle” with me and enlisted in Army Infantry, I enjoyed blindness to the GWT. Now, like you, I’ve been forced to evolve in pace with a grown son whose courage and vision surpasses my own.
I fully understand your crumps and bumps. We do the best we can and rally because there is NOTHING we won’t achieve on our children’s behalves. It’s especially hard when my closest friends just cannot wrap their heads or hearts around not only the scope of my struggle, but more importantly, the peril we are ALL in as evil against humanity festers while we sleep.
Thanks for setting up your blog. Perhaps if there were one for “friends of neurotic military mothers” we’d be more effective in getting the word out. On second thought, if Mumbai and the Islamibad Marriot don’t open eyes. . .
ps: A second thought on Kalsu is not my friend. I am actually emailing with someone’s son in the Iraqi city where mine is deployed. He has a blog and is “bookish”. So, I will send him books and shift my perspective humanize the citizens my son could die to liberate. I’ll let you know how it works out.