One of my friends from high school is with 3/5 out of Camp P and every time I hear of another casualty in their unit I get this big ball in my throat and pray that I don't hear or read his name. It's so weird that we lost touch for a few years and found each other on facebook before he deployed. We were relatively close in high school because his older brother was my best friend and we had a few classes together. Ferny is a good guy and always made me laugh. We related in a lot of ways but lost touch after he moved to Cali and joined the Marines. Weird thing is that he is stationed in Camp P and so are we. We live no more that 5 miles away from each other and I have NEVER seen or bumped into him in the 2 1/2 years we have been here. I did have a play date with his wife and girls right after he deployed and have reached out to her and let her know that if she needs a friend I am here for her. I know how hard it is to have my husband gone and I would like to be a form of support to her.
My heart breaks knowing that they have already lost so many men and their deployment isn't even half way over. I pray for the families and friends of their lost heroes every night and for the men that served along side of them.
I pray for my friend and his family, his wife, daughters, mom, dad, brothers and sister. I was very close to this family and I cannot imagine them losing him. I think back to the good times we share and smile. He was a good friend and I wish that I hadn't lost touch with him. Thinking back to the times we shared puts a smile on my face, he was a good friend to me, and he could always make me laugh.
It hits so close to home knowing that he is suffering for the loss of his brothers and I pray that this deployment is over soon and he returns to his family safe.
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