I Pray

A friend of mine is leaving tomorrow. He's being shipped to basic training for a little while, and then he's going overseas. He's going to Kuwait or Iraq, or both. I'm not sure, but I don't think it really matters. He's going overseas, which means he won't be here.

He's going to fight for the freedom of Americans. For my freedom. For my son's freedom. That means he'll be a target. Maybe not a big one where he is stationed, but still a target. It means there is a chance he could get hurt.

I pray. I pray every day that he will be safe. He is smart and skilled, and I am sure he will be fine. But I still pray.

God speed, friend. You will be missed. Come back safely and quickly.