Funny how someone shoots a rocket at soldiers and its called an "accident."
Anyways. So many people have been asking me questions and everything has been just spinning around me since yesterday morning. I figured the best place to explain stuff would be here instead of in the world's longest facebook status update ;) Oh and I'm super tired/scattered right now so this post may be all over the place.
Today my phone has been ringing off the hook! I never knew before what all happens when a soldier is injured enough that they have to come back to the states to recover. I've lost track of how many people I talked to today. And each time it hits me a little harder. They are all calling to "discuss your husband's accident and what to expect in the coming months." My heart skips a beat everytime the phone rings and they ask for the wife of _________. I did get more information today. Apparently very soon after that last email I got from G.I. Joe he was outside and a mortar was shot into their area. He was close to where it exploded and was, from what I can tell, the only one hurt. His jaw was broke, and he has some other wounds from shrapnel and stuff. He is still expected to make a full recovery and eventually go back to his normal job. But he likely won't be going back to where he was injured and will get to stay and recover/rehabilitate at home. Then new orders will come later on.
I am so incredibly grateful that his injuries aren't worse. This has still been super scary though. I only get tidbits of info at a time. And honestly I had really made myself numb to the fact that something could happen to him. He came away from Iraq with scars but to have strangers calling every hour to discuss your "wounded warrior" just adds a level of emotion I never imagined. And today I found out that after a surgery yesterday he was awarded a Purple Heart. I don't mention it to be annoying/braggy (and you can bet it won't come up again) I say that because it scares the hell out of me. He is hurt. Something far worse could have easily happened. That's a lot to accept at all but being tired and having all the new-mommy hormones doesn't help. Ever since we got married and he shipped out right away for his first deployment we made each other promises. Its really silly but he always promised me "none of those medals." No Purple Hearts, I promise. Naturally I always knew that wasn't a promise that was his to keep. He is a rock star at his job but things can still happen. But that's one of those crazy little coping mechanisms that makes me feel better to hear. Now this bubble I was living in was shattered a bit.
Everything just sort of seems surreal still. I never dreamed this deployment (wow first time I have said that out right on here but you all probably gathered that much) would come to a close like this for us but the Army and his unit have been taking excellent care of us! I can't say enough how great everyone has been.
It seems crazy that we went through so much to get him transitioned and to get this MOS and be on this deployment then go through this. I wish I had all the answers as to why God brought us down this path. One day we will know the answer to that. Until then G.I. Joe and I will accept that for whatever reason God decided this should be part of our story. His plan is perfect and I do look forward to seeing what the coming months bring. I think I have posted this video here before but I want to again. This song has been going through my head ever since yesterday morning. "We bare the light of the Son of Man, so there is nothing left to fear. I'll walk with you through the shadowlands, until the shadows disappear. Cause he promised not to leave us and his promises are true, so in the midst of all this chaos baby I can dance with you."
We get a new chance to dance through the minefields together. That's really all that matters.
Soon I'll have a really happy post to share about a totally awesome family reunion :)