Good Ol’ USA.

Sorry for the lack of pictures, they’ll be posted soon. At the moment I have more pressing issues that have my attention.
My two week vacation has made me realize something. Jeremy is one of the best things in my life. Although I was able to talk to him every couple of days, those two weeks felt like torture. All I wanted was to be home with him.

I’m at my house but it doesn’t feel like home. I don’t feel like this is where I belong. Home for me has become being with him.

Thanks to USA, I feel like he’s slipping through my fingers. Two of his friends from the military have received letters from the Army asking them to come in for a physical. Now we all know that the Army just doesn’t ask you for a physical for nothing.

What do I do? What’s going to happen if the Army calls him back? I wouldn’t be able to bear knowing that he’s out there, fighting this stupid war. What will he be risking his life for? What about all the plans we made? How can I get on without him being there with me? What’s going to happen to my other half of an orange slice?

Oh God, please don’t take him away from me.

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Published:: June 21, 2007 / 2:57 pm

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octobernights 6.21.07 / 3pm

I know what you mean, lovey. My boyfriend was a Marine way back when, and technically, if they wanted, they could take him back. I was only too glad when he turned 27, since the cut-off age on the old draft was 26. I guess they could reinstate it and change the age, but it made me feel better anyway.

I think I might be moving to Canada at some point in the future with all this mess.

Vanessa 6.21.07 / 3pm

I told Jeremy that we should move to Canada, but he says that he wouldn’t do such a thing. He says that when he signed that paper, he made an agreement, and he’s not going back on his word, whether he likes it or not.

It just sucks. If they do call him back and he gets sent to a base, I can’t even live with him unless we’re married. If it does happen, I’m not staying here. I may not get the wedding that I’ve dreamed of, but at least I won’t be alone.

octobernights 6.21.07 / 6pm

I don’t blame you, lovey. I think my boyfriend is a bit different about it since he didn’t sign up to fight in Iraq when it was going on or anything, and I know it’s not something he agrees with, so I’d be damned if he went to fight in it. I have no respect for anything to do with this war. I’d rather go to prison than help fight it.

I don’t think such a thing would ruin the wedding of my dreams, though. I’ve taken a great liking to the idea of pseudo-eloping, with just one of each of our friends along, and then throwing a big surprise wedding reception for everyone later on. I suppose you could do it that way or renew your vows later on and have the BIG party.

It’ll all work out, lovey. I know it. x3

saysmark 6.22.07 / 3am

You could drive yourself nuts over what-if’s. You should just live for the moment and not let the what-if’s ruin what you have already.

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