Its still October 25th

I slept like crap last night. I got ready this morning and took the kids to school and of course waited by the phone for Giovanni to call. He called and told me he is getting on a plane at 4:30 pm and will be going to Chicago then to St. Louis and then taking a Greyhound to Fort LANDON?? I think. So in order to try and beat traffic and go get Nicholas in town from school I had to call Alexandria's and Wally's school and tell them my son is leaving for the Army ASAP. I pick them up by 1:00 pm then have to go through traffic and town to pick up Nicholas. I get a call from Giovanni ..he wants to know if I can pick him up a toothbrush because he forgot his and something to eat because he just found out he wont be served food on his 10 hour flight. I have never heard of such a thing. Anyhow so by the time I get to the airport its like 3:15. He grabs the bag of food and the bag with toothpaste and brush and mints and hugs everyone and says he has to board. And right there is where it happened. The tears flowed and flowed. I had a knot in my throat and couldnt breath. As he was walking in that line where they check out your shoes and carry ons I saw his life just pass before me. I remembered the day I gave birth to him, the days of soccer and baseball, the day he graduated from high school, his loves that he would he tell me "Shes the one" (none of them ever were). I sit here and I still dont get it. He hands me these stickers before he gets into the xray carry on luggage line. They are to be put on my car that say " PROUD PARENT OF A ARMY OF ONE" . How about them giveing me one that says "Angry Parent of an army of one". He has everything they would let him take with him in one backpack. Of course its 89 degrees here and he is wearing shorts. I tell him where is his jacket? Where are his pants. Pants are in the backpack...but no jacket. He cant call me for a while. He will be home Christmas. My kids are walking on eggshells with me right now. My husband who is working tells me " Well this cant hurt him". I am sure thats what all the mothers and fathers and wives and husbands first think when their love one goes to boot camp. I swear I want to scream and I cant. All I can do is cry. Why didnt he just stay in college and play football? Life would have been so simpler. Whats the first thing I see on my friggen computer when I get home... 2000 military men and women have died in the line of duty. Great ....just great.