Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


There's no place like home

Army of Dad's best friend, Rob Rob the Hearthrob who is in Iraq for the next year, sent me an email today. I guess he is reading into my final words of EVERY letter and EVERY email: Stay Safe.

He concluded his latest email to me with this:

Don't worry I am safe. The living conditions over here are much better this time around. I live in a metal box that they call a CHU (containerized Housing Unit). The CHUs have A/C, we also have trailers that are set up for showers and toilets with running water and we have A/C running to them too. I work in an old airport hanger that works well as a bunker. The concrete is about 3 feet thick. We do have to worry about Mortars but there isn't much we can do about that.

Ok, I think that is good. Or as good as it is going to get. I was thinking of sending him some ruby slippers to click together when he wants to come home. But, I'm guessing the other soldiers might call him a pansy if they saw him wearing them. Plus, with what is left of his thinning red hair, it isn't a good color for him.

Keep him in your prayers, please.


  • At 9:24 AM, August 25, 2006, Blogger Gadfly said…

    My thoughts and best wishes are with Rob.

  • At 6:21 PM, August 25, 2006, Blogger MrsDoF said…

    I came over for SPF and had to stay awhile to read.

    PMS and Aunt Flo at the same time as an MRI makes for too many letters close together. You have come through stronger.

    My best wishes are with Rob. Our nephew got stationed home in Colorado. I hope Rob follows soon enough.


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