Quoting cw_marshall:

So there I sat...waiting, watching, somewhere in that state between the concious and unconcious. Ridding on the back of only 2 hours of sleep and the adreneline of knowing that today is the day we leave for Iraq, I sit. I sit waiting for our company to give its last good byes. Each husband and boyfriend tries to comfort his woman, each woman trying to be strong for her man, yet a tear seems heldback at every breath. Here I sit.... staring at a stale doughnut infront on me and wondering when all of this is gonna hury up and get overwith already... Yeah, Im impatient, yeah, Im grouchy too, am I insensative? I don't feel I am, I don't have a wife to cry for me, I don't have a girlfriend who will wait for me to return home, Im sitting here waiting for them to be done with all the sentimentals so we can be on our way. Sure its hard on the married, and for those with significant others, it must be hard to be away from someone you love for so long, and it must be hard to say good by knowing you may not come back, but what about those like me. Those that have no one waiting for us to come home. No one who loves us crys for us. For me, its the same old job, just a new location and a few more hazzards. To tell the truth, its alot harder for me knowing that I don't have anyone who is lovingly waiting at home for me. All I have to return "home" to is a cramped 2 man room in an outdated barracks in Germany. When all is said and done, when we come home and step off the plane, the cameras and the media will be sure to snap the shots of crying wives and children embracing those they have missed for so long. The cameras will be sure to capture the joy on the faces of those who are reunited with their loved ones, and the cameras will be sure to ignore us single soldiers who just pick up our gear and head for the buses, hopping to get a little sleep before its back to work as usual.

So there I sat...waiting, watching, somewhere in that state between the concious and unconcious. Ridding on the back of only 2 hours of sleep and the adreneline of knowing that today is the day we leave for Iraq, I sit. I sit waiting for our company to give its last good byes. Each husband and boyfriend tries to comfort his woman, each woman trying to be strong for her man, yet a tear seems heldback at every breath. Here I sit.... staring at a stale doughnut infront on me and wondering when all of this is gonna hury up and get overwith already... Yeah, Im impatient, yeah, Im grouchy too, am I insensative? I don't feel I am, I don't have a wife to cry for me, I don't have a girlfriend who will wait for me to return home, Im sitting here waiting for them to be done with all the sentimentals so we can be on our way. Sure its hard on the married, and for those with significant others, it must be hard to be away from someone you love for so long, and it must be hard to say good by knowing you may not come back, but what about those like me. Those that have no one waiting for us to come home. No one who loves us crys for us. For me, its the same old job, just a new location and a few more hazzards. To tell the truth, its alot harder for me knowing that I don't have anyone who is lovingly waiting at home for me. All I have to return "home" to is a cramped 2 man room in an outdated barracks in Germany. When all is said and done, when we come home and step off the plane, the cameras and the media will be sure to snap the shots of crying wives and children embracing those they have missed for so long. The cameras will be sure to capture the joy on the faces of those who are reunited with their loved ones, and the cameras will be sure to ignore us single soldiers who just pick up our gear and head for the buses, hopping to get a little sleep before its back to work as usual.

Quoting pja26:

There are people who care, who do shed tears over you and not only you, but all the soldiers that are overseas fighting. Although you may never see it with your own two eyes, you just need to know that there are. I know, because I am one of those people. Don't be depressed. Your time will come and who knows, you might just come back to someone who is waiting to welcome you home with tears of joy running down there face. Only time will tell. Keep your head up!

There are people who care, who do shed tears over you and not only you, but all the soldiers that are overseas fighting. Although you may never see it with your own two eyes, you just need to know that there are. I know, because I am one of those people. Don't be depressed. Your time will come and who knows, you might just come back to someone who is waiting to welcome you home with tears of joy running down there face. Only time will tell. Keep your head up!