and there was a knock at the door

it's the one thing you would never wish on anyone, not even an enemy. you watch the evening news and you see their faces and wonder who they left behind. you catch yourself tearing up and praying for their family and then praying that God's protective hand be upon your soldier. but what happens when they call you to locate you and then come knock on your door, bow their head and say, 'mama, we have official news from the pentagon, your soldier has been injured.' or even worse, 'mama, we have official news from the pentagon, your soldier has been killed.' what do you do then? what happens to you, your world, the life you two had planned?

i thank God every night that the knock never came at my door. during the first deployment it wasn't a reality. but during the second deployment, it became a serious, hard, awful reality. i checked my myspace as i usually did just to check up on all my deployment buddies. there it was on heather's status, marcus had been killed. my heart sunk. then i checked jules's status and it was true. just then the evening news came on and the first bullet was, 'a local zephyrs hills soldier was killed today in iraq.' and they showed his picture. it was all the more i needed to send my world into shock.

since we were all far from our base, i became the care team. i made a few dishes, visited the family and attended the funeral. we, my mum, our 6.5 month old son, and i, attended the toughest thing a military wife could ever experience. it was surreal. it was beautiful. it was absolutely heartbreaking.
aaron's wifey
army
2 deployments

read the inspiring stories of those who have lost loved ones (and find resources if you ever join their ranks):
http://www.americanwidowproject.org/
http://www.airmanmom.blogspot.com