I know it's a stupid superstition, so why does it always seem to just happen to work out that bad things do come in threes? We have two men get wounded and now from out of the blue, number three hits.
When the guys are deployed and even just training, you know there's the possibility that they could get hurt. No matter how confident you may be, it's always in the back of your mind. If you're like me, you try to forget that he's in the line of fire and you spend a LOT of time on your knees. When word comes down that one the of guys has been hurt, it's horrible, scary, and heart-wrenching, but not completely off the wall and unexpected.
Now, when a wife dies, that is totally off the wall and unexpected. WTF!?! The sweetest woman you'd ever meet, and I really mean that. She was a gorgeous person, inside and out and I cannot believe that she is gone. Her husband, one of the old second platoon boys, is on drill status and she hasn't been in the best of health, but fuck me sideways if I'm ever going to be able to wrap my brain around her not being here.
Can your heart bleed? Because if it can, between my boys getting hurt and this beautiful lady dying, I am in serious need of a tourniquet or something before I bleed out. I've been trying to be calm and help out where I can and so far I've managed not to crawl up in a ball and cry until I puke. This deployment better hurry the fuck up and end before I ram my foot up its ass!!
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