Motar Rounds Interrupt Yet Another Call

Sniper called this morning, just wanting to keep me on my toes. That he does. He remembered falling asleep on the phone yesterday and said he was tired. Duh, what would lead you to believe this. He said he has been trying to call me every few days. I had to reply, well it was 9 days in between the last 2 calls, but hey who's counting. Before that yes. I am glad the days are running into each other for him. Hopefully it will make the time fly by. While we were on the phone, I set off the house alarm. I forgot it was on. Now this is the first time I did this. Opps! We both agreed, it was nice to know the alarm works. It's a great sense of peace for him with me having it because he would hate to have to come back from Iraq and kill someone here. He wants to leave the killing behind when he leaves the "Shitbox." Yes, we both have a sick sense of humor, but hey whatever gets us through this. We were talking for about 10 minutes when all of a sudden we could hear mortars coming in. Sniper tells me I might have to go. I told him "ok." What else am I supposed to say? No. We talk, sorta, listening and then you here in the background the siren for incoming. It was a little late for the notice guys. He said he may have to go take care of a few Iraqis. They shoot, he shoots back. That would be the end of another stupid ass, one less to hurt our Military. He said he needed to go grab his radio and find out what's going on and asked me if I wanted to hold on. I did. I sat there and listened for what seemed like eternity....still waiting and waiting. I could hear the sirens in the background. More waiting..... I finally decided after waiting for about 20 minutes to hang up. I didn't want him to pay for me to listen. I told the phone "I Love You" and hung up. Fucking Stupid Insurgents, they Interrupted our phone call and yes, I am laughing here as I type this. I know, I know, Sniper will call me back. He's fine and I heard his voice again today. Hopefully, he will get some sleep first and just call another time. So here I sit, with my cell phone glued to my side wondering when the next time Sniper will call. Kbug, I agree with your comment " I think all of us who have a loved one deployed have a love/hate relationship with our cell phones." Before this deployment, I lived on my cell phone and would go nowhere with out it. It seems it was stuck to my ear. Now, I really really hate the stupid cell phone and would love to throw that fucking thing out the window or against a wall. I know if I did that, it I would have to replace it and possibly miss a call, but it just doesn't listen to me and doesn't take orders very well. Maybe my cell phone and I are alot alike. Hmmmm Oh ya, I am home sick today throwing up, just lovely. Nope not pregnant. That would be one helluva miracle if I was, we both are fixed. :) *Update* Yes, I know he did not go to Iraq just so he could sit and call me from there. I do know, he did not go to Iraq just so I could sit here and whine all about it. However, I am allowed to whine once in a while. If I have to go months without hearing from him, so be it. That is part of his life and I agreed to be part of it. The Good, The Bad and the really Ugly part of it. I would do anything for him. I love with him with all my heart and would go to hell and back for him. He's been there and is back for another round. I am here to support him in anything he needs from me. Roger that...... Sniper has a mission to do and is getin' er' done . I DO KNOW THIS!!! Carry On, Out! dyzgoneby 365 days until my cell phone goes in the garbage!