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A snapshot of strong {Part 1}: Wendy.

Please, meet Wendy. She is a dear friend with a Little J like mine. This her snapshot of strong. November 4, 2005.  Lunchtime.  After a bout of nausea I questioned: could I be pregnant? After three years of unsuccessful attempts we had decided to stop trying to get pregnant until we knew what the military had planned for Jeremy.  Just about everyone we knew was either currently in Iraq or Afghanistan or they had orders to be headed over soon. ...

Part Six: The Funeral.

. . . I tried to email Husband, willed him to call so I could be the one to break the news. Since telepathy is not my strong suit, he did not receive the message, and read about her death on the front page of the Army Times that someone else was reading in the chow hall. After the initial shock, I became so angry. Still fearful, and now furious. I indignantly reminded the Lord of our deal. I had made...

Part Five: The Swallowing Up

*These are events occurring in January of 2006.* . . . In a split second, the fear ate me alive.  It started with a news story and well meaning phone calls. News of a helicopter crash travels fast in our community and I had seen it on the news. A few key details . . . type of aircraft, location, et cetera helps in narrowing down quickly who could be involved. I saw the news photos of one crumpled Blackhawk...

Memorial Day …. Remembering.

Today is a day of remembering the dead …. But I believe with every ounce of my being that they live, and keep on living, if we each take part in the remembering.  In our memories. In photos, blogs, stories, in Facebook feeds.  In our fight to bring them home.  (Editor’s Note: As of May 14, 2012, there are still 1,666 Americans listed by the Defense  POW/Missing Personnel Office as missing and unaccounted for from the Vietnam War. The ongoing and...

Out on a limb . . .

So I am going out on a limb here – it’s skinny, shaky, could break any minute. Well, let me back up and give you the impetus for my venture before I describe this particular limb. My mother’s cousin and her hubs are visiting at the moment and she is a card-carrying member of the race that knows Joseph. She is also a writer and we have had numerous conversations on the topic-a topic that has been percolating since I...