October 28, 2008


This deployment has been easy. Regular contact, a cushy job, and a short-ish tour. So easy, in fact, that when the phone rang unexpectedly at 4 AM last month, there was no thought in my mind that something had happened to my husband. I have managed to avoid much anticipatory grief this time around.

But we lost a team leader in Afghanistan.

I attended the memorial service today. I had never met this soldier and neither had my husband, but I think we would've liked him. Actually, I know we would've liked him based on one thing that was mentioned during the service: his nickname for his wife was Sparta 6.

When you sit there in a memorial service, and you look at all the photos of the soldier and hear the eulogies, you can't help but imagine what people would say about your own husband. How would they describe him? What photos capture who he is? Would a fellow soldier swallow back tears while speaking about my husband?

I had managed to avoid thinking about my husband's mortality too much this time around. But today was a reminder that he will be leaving again next year, likely as a team leader. He will be back in the thick of things.

You know, it does horrible things to your heart to sit back on the homefront and watch other people's husbands die...


The Bandaids On Our Hearts

Posted by Sarah at October 28, 2008 11:01 AM | TrackBack

yes. yes, it does.

Posted by: Sis B at October 28, 2008 12:07 PM

Oh, yes. I'm sorry.

Posted by: Lucy at October 28, 2008 01:32 PM

RIP Capt. Lindenau

Posted by: tim at October 28, 2008 04:08 PM


I'm so sorry. It always sucks to hear... :(

Posted by: T at October 28, 2008 10:45 PM

So sorry to hear. I can only imagine the impact on your heart.

Posted by: Barb at October 31, 2008 09:18 AM