I finally got to talk to Josh. The first time in 8 months, since he left, I got to hear his voice Saturday, a little after noon. As you probably know, we almost never answer our home line and there is no way we know who calls, because we leave the fax machine hooked up most of the time. But Saturday, everything worked just right, because I was home, I chose to answer that phone, and it was Josh. He was calling on a satellite phone that his unit had finally gotten. At first I didn’t recognize his voice. When I did, it was clear to me, Josh was tired and he sounded different. I have to admit, hearing him made me cry and I didn’t want for him to know, because I think he has enough on his mind, but it did. Josh was in the middle of the desert of Iraq, on a mission, one that he told me is likely to last until he comes home. Oh my, I thought, that means they are in their vehicles with few amenities. Few amenities include no toilets and no way to bathe. Food, he said? Well, we might not be happy because he thought he had lost probably too much weight. Its’ hard to eat MRE’s when its 125 degrees out, he said. They can’t get us rations, the supply units can’t accommodate, when the sand starts blowing. They have him working nights mostly.. who says the army doesn’t know what its doing! They know to take advantage of that man’s ins
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