For the past week I have driven past my husband's unit almost every day and a strange feeling comes over me. I'm not sure if it's guilt, but I suspect it could be.
I've seen soldiers and their families spending their precious moments together before the soldiers get on the bus that will take them to the airport, which will eventually lead them to Iraq. It's strange because my husband is not going with them (at least, not at this time).
I previously wrote a post about our emotional dilemma regarding my husband not deploying with his unit. He's never been on Rear Detachment (Rear D) before and I have a feeling of guilt that he is not deploying.
I almost cried every time I drove past his unit this week. I know the feelings that go along with those last few moments before they get on the bus. I know how awkward it can feel when my husband and I run out of things to say in those last few moments. I know how much it hurts to see them go and my heart aches for those families. And now I have tears in my eyes...
It's such a strange feeling.