My sister's friend Roxanne used to live in Maine before her husband James enlisted in the Army. They moved to Milledgeville, GA and have been there for a couple of years. She found out recently that he is going to be deployed (I'm assuming to Iraq or Afganistan). He left recently for Fort Hood in Texas and she stayed behind in Georgia to pack her things and move back to Maine while he is gone. James happened to be at the readiness center when that whacko psychiatrist opened fire and he was wounded by two separate gunshots--one to his leg and one to his side. Roxanne flew to Texas to be with him and as you'll see in the photo below, she attended the memorial service with him as well. He's recovering remarkably fast and is already out of the hospital and zooming around on a pair of crutches. Sadly, he will still be deployed as soon as he is rehabilitated. Roxanne returned to Georgia yesterday to retrieve her children from the care of relatives, pick up her things and continue her journey back to Maine. This whole situation was so scary to me and it reminded me of what could have been had Adam decided to stay in the Army Reserves. I know it was hard for him to decide to leave after putting in 12 years, but he was just as scared as I was about possibly having to deploy. Just thinking about being shipped off to some faraway land and not seeing me and our new daughter for long stretches of time was enough to make up his mind, though, and I was so relieved.
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