Going home
It's been twelve months today since I got on a plane and said goodbye to a little boy. A little boy only three years old who you can say is still a baby not a little boy. I think of the look on his face when I told him that I wouldn't see him for twelve months, it still kills me when I think of those little brown eyes asking why I had to leave. I don't think he fully understood what I meant. I told him that I needed to go away to work and that he would be staying with his grandparents who would take good care of him. I also promised to call him every night, a promise that I still keep whenever I have to be away from him. When I decided to re-enter the military I never thought that by choice I would be leaving my three year old with my parents. The day I re-joined I was given three choices, Fort Carson, Fort Hood, and Korea. After much consideration I decided on Korea. I chose this option because I felt that I could make and save some money, and also that I could get some college out of the way.Today I finally get to go home, I am excited and worried all at the same time. I get dressed hurriedly because the wake up call I requested never came. I now only have forty-five minutes to get dressed and check out of the ho
With a sense of relief, a sudden feeling of embarrassment I get into the cab and am finally on my way to the airport. I hurry to the elevator and it takes what seems like an eternity to arrive. As my panic increases I hear a little voice "Mommy your home". I look at the clock above the counter as the receptionist hands me my receipt, and realize that I am down to twenty-five minutes. I can't watch the movies even though they are extremely good so I strike up a conversation with the girl beside me. Overall my time overseas was not bad. Standing not two feet from me is my son. I feel a sense of panic at the thought of my family waiting at the airport. We board the plane and are comfortly seated for the eighteen hour plane ride home, when the captain suddenly announces that the fog is too thick and that we will have to wait until it is safe to take off. I bend over to hug and kiss his cheeks. I am about to get upset with this man cause I don't see the humor of my situation, when he explains that the airport is less than three blocks away. I also had the opportunity to work my actual MOS (job). We talk about the fun times we had while here and decide that we would not mind returning if we can bring our families with us. All though it only takes about 5 minutes to get there I am now down to fifteen minutes.
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