My computer screen quickly fades away from focus and an odd chill shoots through my body like lighting. Time grinds to a stop. Soon a numb sensation takes over all my senses as I decipher the news that my unit will soon deploy to Iraq.
Going home that day was difficult. Instead of my usual repetitive routine of going out to eat and grace the local mall with my presence, I moped about clumsily as if I've never been in my own room before. A million questions raced through my frantic mind. I have never deployed before. Most of the friends around me never have either. So desperate to find answers and help ease y ravaged emotions. I turn on my laptop and wildly pound keys in a desperate attempt to learn every possible aspect of war-life I can. After hows of mindless addiction to reading random texts I power-down my laptop and I start examine my room. Soon thing will be different, I tell myself. Over the next several agonizing weeks I prepare myself for a year long departure from the cradle of civilization I have come accustomed too. Long emotional talks on the phone with family make leaving even more difficult. The more I tell them, the more perplexing the questions become. Emptiness is all that remains of my comfort. I struggle to find the words to ease myself. It is all frivolous, because I have no answers. The deployment is rapidly approaching. My body aches with every movement and my breath is heavy with uncertainty. The preparation for Iraq is more difficult than actually being there Im told. I would soon discover for myself. The last few weeks, before deployment are blur in my memory. Many sleepless, cold nights and trips to town for last minute travel comforts were everyones common ordeal.
A couple of weeks pass, slowly and hectic as they were, I made it through the transition into the war zone. A few more weeks pass and the deployment is going smoothly. Most of my fears are laid to rest as I spend more and more time here. Isolation...