If clicking his heels 3 times was an option for J, I'm positive he wouldn't hesitate. No matter how ridiculous that would look in combat boots.
My husband left Iraq on Tuesday. He was finally able to catch a flight out of Kuwait on Friday. He called from Germany yesterday afternoon to inform me that he was headed to New Jersey after a pit stop in Iceland.
And that's about the time I started to hear rumors of a historic snow event dumping its way up the I-95 corridor.
Am I getting "Punk'd"?
Thank God he landed safely in New Jersey. And if his flight home gets delayed or cancelled? Well, we've made it this far ~ what's another day or 2?
At least that's what I keep telling myself...until I believe it.
2 comments:
Glad to hear he is back in the good old US of A. If only he'd landed in Philadelphia -- he'd be very welcome to wait out the storm in Tobinville! *crossing fingers that he gets to you very, very soon*
Thanks, Christy! I told him not to try running up the "Rocky" steps. The last thing we need right now is his falling, hitting his head, and forgetting just exactly where he's supposed to be going! With our luck, they'll notice the unit crest on his uniform and send him straight back to the desrt. Nooooooo!
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