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Day 355 - Kabul calling

Sometimes when I'one thousand babbling away on the phone to my husband well-nigh the kids, bills, or the retired vicar popping past when I was in my pyjamas; it's rattling easy to forget he's far away, doing what he's doing. I've seen the odd photograph, but I tin can't actually moving-picture show where he is, or imagine what his days are similar. The gulf betwixt his earth in addition to mine is thus vast. The more I think well-nigh it, the bigger the gulf gets. I know my husband industrial plant seven days a week, that his task takes up every waking minute, together with I'one thousand often amazed by how he seems to able to switch out of all of that on the phone to me.  I couldn't do it.

Over the year he's managed to telephone habitation every two or three days, which is pretty good. Much better than the concluding 6 calendar month tour 3 years ago, when calls were erratic. I recall non hearing from him for 10 days during the toughest, darkest role of that tour. Transitional Islamic State of Afghanistan dominated the intelligence and then, fighting was intense as well as in that location was therefore much sadness. It was the longest 10 days of my life.

It's been very different this time - he's not on the frontline too I haven't worried equally much between calls. But I never inquire when he's going out. I'd rather not know.

Our phone chats haven't always gone smoothly though - he has a  knack of ringing at a really bad moment - when I'1000 trying to get the kids to do their homework, eat, or I'thousand but almost to head out the door. There's never a perfect time is at that place.

I ever feel guilty after ane of these distracted calls, in addition to I tin can't ring him back - I hold to wait for him to band me, or electronic mail him to call home. We rarely utter at night because Afghanistan is a few hours ahead. If he wants to catch upwardly amongst the kids, it tends to live breakfast fourth dimension, which is bedlam, or early teatime/bathtime (fifty-fifty worse!) Weekends are usually best.

I know the kids have missed their dad desperately too are hence excited almost him coming dwelling - but they can live totally useless on the telephone, especially if there's something else going on. He's pretty realistic near this, but it must live difficult.

That's why in one case inward a while I've asked the kids to write or brand things to transport to him. The eldest usually writes a letter, the youngest draws a flick as well as the ane in the middle does a fleck of both.


I oft get a lump in my throat when the kids demonstrate me what they've done. So heartfelt, loving as well as honest. And I know getting messages like this have meant the world to their dad over the final 12 months.

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