Okay, I’m a big fat puss. I admit it, I’m empathetic and watching them tonight talking to their families, I was remembering what it was like to talk to my family after 13 weeks of boot camp. I’m sitting here crying, remember what that was like.
I’d never been homesick through my first three years of college, then I joined the Marines. After having no contact, zero, nada, none, when I finally was able to call after week 11 and they weren’t home, I never felt so far from home. These guys have been away for 28 days or so…imagine 13 weeks.
Take a moment now to tell those you love what they mean to you. Say the words. Never take them for granted.
That’s it, I’m over it now.
What a nice thought. And I’ve taken your advice. Thanks, thinksnow. Have I told you lately that you’re a great guy?
Awww, thanks struuter. Good to see you, have a great Spring.
[sub]BTW: you still rock![/sub]
I was in Desert Shield, out in the freakin desert for all too long, and got news we were we going to an even MORE remote place. Last move before combat (aka Desert Storm). I got the chance to go to an AT&T phone bank (THANK YOU AT&T) and NOBODY was home. I left SEVEN messages! I was asking the Operator (oh, so sweet a lady) to LOOK UP numbers of people whose name I knew and I knew where they lived. My parents, my girlfriend, my sisters and brother, my EX-girlfriends, all drawing a blank. I knew I may not have another chance to call for who the hell knew how long. Needless to say the sense of one’s own mortality came into mind. It was tough leaving that phone bank.
I’m glad to know I wasn’t the only one sobbing through Survivor tonight. I too am a big fat wuss.
Yeah, I got a bit misty, too…but not about the online chats.
It was when Roger was telling Tina at the fire that he should go instead of Elisabeth. Family doesn’t have to be blood, dropzone, just someone you care enough about to reach out to…reminding them of their importance in your life…
…Doing the selfless thing, be it swallowing pride and picking up the phone; or giving up a shot at a million dollars…or keeping the doors closed until the baby is out of her seat…
Thanks for the nudge, thinksnow.
Paul