Awaiting a New School Year

My first class for the fall semester of 2004 is the 24th! It isn't going to be the best year I'm sure, but I'll try to make it a little better than last year. It might be a little bit fun . . . somehow. I hope that I won't really meet any new people. I mean, I live over an hour away, so it will be hard to maintain friendships with people there. I guess I'll stick with the new people we've met here. They're all pretty cool.

Donald is scheduled to go back to Iraq anywhere between Sept. 2004 and June 2005. Every day that goes by is like another thick needle in my body. I mean, after everything we had to overcome to get to where we are right now . . . and he's going to leave again. Ah, the life of an
Army wife. I keep thinking about how bad it is getting over there. Last night, some of his friends came over and drank with us. They started talking about how it was over there and how the two newbies were going to hate it there. It's so hard to imagine what someone could do to maintain mental health in war. How could you deal with being told to kill and going through with it? How could you come home and re-adjust to the world you left behind? Obviously, it isn't easy to do it.

I really hate them taking him away again. I mean, we just started to get back into the groove of things. I hate them. I mean, of course I support the troops over there. It isn't their fault that they're there. I just can't understand how human lives are worth this crap. I understand that we took a hard blow from them. I understand that we couldn't just stand by and let them take us like that without some kind of punishment, but why send troops to a country that had little to do with it? Afghanistan, okay, but . . . nevermind. I'm getting too upset over things that are out of my control. Out of my control . . . I hate that.

I should stop writing. See ya soon! Bye! Thanks for reading!