I'm sorry, which part about war is it you think we love?
The part where we say good bye to our loved ones and watch them walk away into harm's way?
Or better yet, the part where we're flooded with anxiety every time we hear about injured troops, blown up convoys, or downed choppers?
Wait. I know, it's the part where they get over there and we go a week or two at a time without hearing from them.
That has to be it.
OR ~ the part where we desperately document every moment of our children's lives so we can do our best to keep them in the loop, so they don't miss anything.
It could be the part where we tell our kids every day how much the other parent loves them and misses them, it's just the job and it has to be done.
Maybe it's the part where we have to have conferences with our kids' teachers after they discuss current events reminding the school to be sensitive to the fact that while most of these kids don't have a daddy over there on the line, OUR kids do, and mentioning IEDs and EFPs and fighting gives our kids nightmares at night, and could we please not do that anymore?
Wait.
It's the part where we're pregnant and give birth to our children on our own, without Daddy there because he's deployed and left during our 4th month. That's always fun. What father wouldn't think THAT was a good idea.
Oh. I know. It's the part where we see the look in their eyes when they come home, the one that we all know even if you don't, that shadows their face when a certain friend's name is mentioned. We love that.
We just love knowing that they're there (whether it's Iraq, Afg, Normandy, Bosnia, Vietnam, Korea...where ever) they're going to have to do and see things that can only be described as living hell.
We just love having them announce their engagements days before they leave, then privately worrying if, this time around, they're jinxed because for the first time they've got something to come home to.
Really, tell me, because I want to know...which part is it we love so much?