No witty headline necessary. Around lunchtime, just after I blew off a telemarketer, my phone rang. I was this close to letting it ring but had a split second thought that it could be him. I was shocked to see that it was.
It was a brief co conversation. Painfully so. He just said he couldn't talk long and that he was supposed to tell me he was at Benning and that he was ok. Then he said he dreaded words, "it's going to be a while before you hear from me again."
It was great to hear his voice but honestly it's also tortuous. We miss him so much and now we know it'll be weeks before we can talk to him again.
He was happy to hear we got his letters and happy to hear that I am saving some up to mail. And that is all I can to right now - write letters that can't even be mailed. So that's what I'll do. But I don't have to like it!