Moving way through the line, the purpose becomes apparent. Rationalizing to get through the wait- posing for a dead picture. Taken upon arrival of where ever deployment begins and is never a topic of conversation- but circumstance engraved in the mind.
But realization of specifics occur for those left behind with a knock on the door. A passage from rapt to sullen emerges quickly when time for one of life’s lessons. It’s the element of surprise most devastating. Knowing truth-to sensor disposition- obtained in the initial brief of the military culture.
Revealed in the journey of life- one can only grasp to the casing of gratitude of hope and reason. There is much to be learned - there are ways to deny concern of what may happen but to contest any gloom possibilities may permit a most disturbing consequence.
Throwing away wisdom is not an elective within a deployment ending in the conclusion all is not well. At last glimpse of a dream- sight plagues what the mind reflects in the end of life. For this sanity, the soldier concedes his hand to the motive of the dead picture.
“My husband loved being a soldier,” says Michelle. “He was proud to be in the military and accepted what could happen.” Her husband Robby was killed by a roadside bomb outside Baghdad, April 2007.
