So ... one last box to Afghanistan. The soldier bought herself a toothbrush sanitizer and wanted it before the trip home. In June. She's coming home in June.
And I started to exchange pleasantries with the post office lady. Like usual. Everything like usual. I told her that there was a toothbrush sanitizer in there. Did I want return to sender if they can't find her? Yes. I think there's time between now and June to deliver it, but yes.
I don't care if a toothbrush sanitizer comes home.
I just want my soldier back.
Eyes and throat do not care where I am. It's too easy to cry.
(I barely made it to the car, and I haven't stopped since. I do. I just want my soldier back.)