My friend Jen has been married for nearly two years and for 10 months now, her husband has been in Iraq, unable to see her and their adorable 2 month old daughter Eden. He’s bound in a situation which promises nothing but uncertainty; all he can do is hope to be home at some point within the next year but for now, he must faithfully serve his country.
As Jen was explaining to me this afternoon before we left to hang out at Ikea, some soldiers have gone missing in Iraq and when this occurs, there is what is called a black out in which individuals in the military are unable to contact their families or even check their emails. She hasn’t heard from Peter since last Thursday. Basically, there is no way of knowing they are alive and well, save for the web site Jen wanted to go on quickly which gives an update of how many soldiers have died today and which regiment they’re in.
I wouldn’t want this burden for anything. I worry about Rick when he goes off to work each morning, fearing he’ll get in a car accident. I wouldn’t be able to cope going so long without seeing him, knowing he is safe, alive, etc.
It is women like Jen who must be saluted. While their husbands are away fighting, they must make it here on their own, often raising a little one or two solo as well. They have to be every bit as strong and courageous, waiting on the time when they will be with their other half again. They must support their husbands, knowing they may never see them again.
Pray for our soldiers but don’t forget their wives!