After more than a decade of war in Iraq and Afghanistan it is common to meet women whose spouses who have deployed two, three even four or more times.
My own husband has 42 months of combined service down range. Deployments are so common in our house that news of an impending trip has lost its sting.
I no longer fear or loathe deployments. Instead, I pray they don’t fall during my Girl Scout troop’s annual camping trip because that, my friend, is a hard event to find a babysitter for.