
I wondered when it would. While wrapping my hair into a quick bun, getting ready to change the unexpected flat tire, I was listening to the radio new report. Soldiers dead in Iraq. I wondered if my brother was on that helicopter. Then reality reminded me Mike is in Kuwait, waiting to go to Iraq.
Despite 11 years in the Air Force, Dan never deployed... which isn't fair to those who went 2-3x during those years... but I digress. We discussed what I would do if he died; where I would go, what memorial service he'd like, how best to spend that pitiful SGLI. Very practical stuff. It was all very superficial because an infected paper cut was more threatening (and likely) than a gun shot.
This is our first experience with a family member in a war zone. Beyond sending care packages and prayers, I don't really know what else to do. My preferred method of finding humor during a very scary, emotional situation is taking over.... we love you, Mike. I'll bet you could've changed that flat tire a lot faster than I did.






