Few Americans have missed the news from the Middle East in recent weeks.
It’s difficult to scroll through social media without seeing calls for war, specific response, restraint.
But in the military community, it isn’t the politics that matter as much to as what will happen with our service member spouses.
As we watch the news our stomachs drop through the floor.
Our chests tighten to the point we can only inhale shallow breaths.
Our hands shake a little.
Our hearts beat a tiny bit faster.
Images of yellow ribbons, hugs and kisses goodbye, waving flags, and overstuffed olive drab bags littering the entrance to our home, and uniforms in a combination of browns and greens packed tightly run through our minds.
It’s hard to stop that flow through the channels of our brain, the rolling images of what we’ve done before.
