Good news. I visited my friend this morning. She’s a little banged up, but she won’t be able to finish her deployment.
She’ll be heading stateside soon to recover from her injuries.
Although I cannot get into details, complacency is a factor. I can’t stress enough how important it is to be alert and consider whether your actions are predictable to the people who want to kill you. Obviously, it wasn’t my friend’s fault, but the processes in place for the mission she was on resulted in her getting a bed in the ICU. In fact, complacency in MY group’s drive over to the hospital was evident.
My friend, Jeff (the fisher king), said that deployments aren’t all “chicken wings and Kodak moments.” He’s right, and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t remember that at any given moment, someone could threaten my life.
I try to hide it through humor and blogging (and occasionally both at the same time), but I worry all the time. I know I’ll be happy when I get home. I know my family will be too.