“Tonight I shall sleep well. I shan’t dread the sound of cars stopping outside, with doors slamming & footsteps approaching. When the phone rings after 10pm my blood won’t run cold whilst I hold my breath. I will no longer imagine the scenario of a uniformed man telling me that he has bad news… Tonight I shall drink that bottle of champagne I have been saving. I will laugh without immediately worrying something terrible will happen. You see my son has finished his third and final tour of Afghanistan. To all of you people who have helped me cope over the years, I cannot tell you how you have saved me……for all of you who have said the “right thing” whilst thinking “it IS his job,it’s what he signed up for” you are quite right, ‘xxxxx’ DID sign up for all the shit he has endured………..I however, did not x welcome home son, even You will never know x “
This is the Facebook status of a military mother, whose son has just returned from Afghanistan. It struck a chord with me and I want to share it with you all because when the serving deploy until they come home we, the emotionally entangled, sit and wait for the knock on the door, hold breathe, bury head, crack open the wine, clench jaw, head down, push on until the moment they land in England’s green and pleasant land and the unravelling begins.
She’s right the serving signed up for it and the rest of us did not. However, I do believe in a person’s ‘right-to-choose’ even if the choices are not ones that I would make but it doesn’t mean that we, the emotionally entangled, don’t suffer as a consequence of those choices.
Welcome home to all those returning and be vigilant to all those deployed or deploying. And the battle continues on…..