Hello, again!

It has been a while. Where to start? Yeah, hard to start over, hard to go back to where you were. At times like these, it is just time to pick up where you are.

 

I am in Afghanistan. Again.

 

What is different is that I have had to say something that is the hardest thing I have ever had to say. I had to tell someone that a friend was dead. So thankful that I wasn't telling his wife. I was barely able to maintain composure as it was, and that didn't last beyond making it to my room. At the moment, I had been still subconsciously struggling to come to grips with the reality. I had thought it was another pilot in another aircraft.

 

It didn't help that my first flight afterwards, I thought I heard his voice on the radio. Just my memories playing tricks on me in my head. It doesn't just affect me this way, it affects many of us who knew him. He was one of those guys, even if you didn't like him, you liked him.

 

Where is faith in this? Odd question, because it seems to suppose that faith should shield me from this, from life happening around me. I haven't tried to use faith in that way in a long time.