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 hotel. If I don't make it to the airport in time I will have to wait until next Tuesday to leave. Planes only leave out of Korea on certain days of the weeks. So, you see why it is important that I am not late. I hurry to the elevator and it takes what seems like an eternity to arrive. I struggle with my large suitcase, my duffle bag and my carry on, as I make my way to the check out counter. Unfortunately there are five other people in front of me. I stand there trying to stay calm as the man in front of me struggles with his wallet trying to pay for his room. Finally, I have made it to the counter and pay for my room. I look at the clock above the counter as the receptionist hands me my rece
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