Some days are good and some days are bad. The good days are quite, uneventful and drag by to the point where you have to keep checking your watch. The good days make you think about home and you wonder about every little detail of those you love and think about what they are doing. The bad days on the other hand come in like a hurricane and end the same way. We coordinate Medevac so our office is the direct coordination with them coming in and the hospital. We call the hospital and let them know the information they need. Every time I call I seem to talk to the same guy that runs the section and we sometimes for a minute will talk about the extent of what they are coming in or going out for, and I honestly feel for him that he is witness to so much. He and I have physically only met once. But sometimes we talk more times than I'd like given the reason I'm calling him during a given day. Every time I call it is for one reason and one reason only.
The bad days go by fast however I'm hopeful and optimistic that more good days are ahead…..
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