So we finally made the plans for him to come home. It had only been 3 months since he had left and it had felt like forever. he was taking a military flight that had stops in about 3 different countries. and it would essentially take him 48 hours to get home, but I didn't care, he was coming home!
The night before he was to leave he called during dinner time, and I thought it was to basically say that everything was on task for him to come home. He called and said that there was some military activity happening in the Indian Ocean and the US was deploying B-52's to the island and he would not be able to leave.
I felt like my world had just collapsed. I screamed and yelled and was upset. My mom took the phone from me and spoke to him. She hung up and then told me to not worry, that everything would work itself out and that he would call me when he knew more. I was upset that night. I finally had had something to look forward to and it had just been taken away from me. I prayed so hard that night. I begged and pleaded with the Lord .
The next day he called and then I heard the words… I'm coming home!
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