i live in germany and i live a pretty good life. i don't have to work and my husband takes very good care of me. but now i have to take on the hardest job i never thought i could. i have to say goodbye to his touch, his smell, and face the fact that he won't be coming home everyday. he has to leave me and it's his job. it's his responsibility that he is more than happy to take on. but it does mean he'll leave me. he won't be here and i'll be alone. it might be different if i were home, but it might not. last time we were apart, it was so difficult. i missed him so much and the short phone calls were never enough. i love him so much and i respect and honor him because of his willingness to sacrifice himself for his country and my freedom among everyone elses. but i'm sorry, i am selfish, and i will say that i hate that his job takes him away from me. i hate even more that it might one day take him away from me forever.
