Our friend and my other husband Sam, has re-enlisted in the Army. He left as a Captain to pursue his goal of becoming either a Secret Service Agent or working for the FBI. Neither came to fruition and after serving as a reserve officer at the Brighton City Police and working for the city of Brighton, he finally took a job as a Saturn salesman at Saturn of Ann Arbor.
You would have to meet Sam to realize just how hilarious that whole scenario is, him selling Saturns in Ann Arbor, of all places.
Sam in the meantime, was looking to re-enlist in the Army. He had been a former 82nd Airborne Ranger. They didn't want him back, they were saturated with combat types. Finally, he got called for a transportation job, not Airborne.
I miss him already. If he goes to the Middle East, this will be his third tour there. I try not to think of the three times is a charm thing and that bad things happen in threes. I try not to think about all the transport vehicles that get hit by the suicide bombers.
I love Sam. He's my other husband, my brother, a part of me. He gets all weirded out when I hug him, as I am apt to do, being a nice Italian girl, but I do hug him from time to time. He brought me expensive chocolate bars wrapped in the funny papers for my birthday. He loves my cooking. He is compassionate and straightforward and honest and a gentleman to a fault.
Before he goes, we are having one last bonfire since Sam loves fire. I'm going to try not to cry all through it.
I really hate this war.