Ok, ok, ok, I sooo know I have been MIB (Missing In Blogging) over the last few months. Sorry, life has been more hectic than ever. For those 5 of you that still hanging around, thank you. You probably already have seen it and heard about, but I have to share it here as well. What the hell am I talking about...."The Blogs of War" put together from "Blackfive." This is an absolute must read. I received mine in the mail a couple of days ago and have been trying to read it in my free time (in between work, kids and cleaning the house) and it's been hard to put it down. I am half way through with it and it is incredible eye opener for those who have never lived the life. I am not going to review the book for you. Get your own copy and decide for yourself. You won't be disappointed or regret it! I will say it has me personally reflecting on life and what is means to me. No, I am not crazy. Just hear me out. I may have not actually lived through the fighting, I just sat a world away hoping and praying for the day Sniper comes home safe and sound. I sat at home with a heavy heart wondering if I would ever see him again. I am digressing here...with angels looking out for him he made it home. Unfortunately, now comes an even harder part of a deployment. Adjusting to being home and living with all that he has seen and done. I am still not wanting to express on here too much about his issues. PTSD issues that is. This is something he must manage, deal with and express on his own time. They are not for me to discuss. I will say, I am worried, but he/we are dealing with it. I sit back and listen to him and his brothers talk about some of the missions they have completed. Missions and things they have seen, heard and carried out. I sit and just take it all in. I am usually pretty quiet. Later, when I am alone, I reflect back and contemplate what they have been through. This is when I can let my feelings and emotions out. Between the real life experiences he has shared with me (and it's very little) and now reading some first hand experiences of others, it has me realizing even more now than ever, how lucky he was. It also has me realizing how much honor, courage and commitment he has for our Country. I also see how truly "Freedom isn't always free." It also reminds me of a saying, "For those who protect it, FREEDOM has a taste the protected will NEVER know!" No, I will never know the taste, but I will stand beside, watch and be the hand he holds, the man I love, while he endures the demons he will harbor the rest of his life protecting it. dyzgoneby