When I was 18, I fell in love. And shortly before I turned 19, I agreed to marry him. Cause that’s just how in love I was. A couple months after I turned 20, I was a married woman. 7 months later I was expecting. And 2 months after that, I was on my own. When I said goodbye I didn’t consider the costs. I didn’t consider anything, really. He had already been gone so often, but this time…. When I watched that bus pull away my heart fell and my stomach turned and I looked around the rest of that gym while the ones left behind cleaned up after the big send off. They barely noticed the girl at the window and they certainly never appreciated the effort I was putting in not to fall on the ground sobbing. 6 months later so much had changed. Without email, facebook, videochats or really, even decent phone service, deployment looked a lot different then than it can look for some people now. When he walked off that bus I was so pregnant I couldn`t even stand up straight. The boxes were packed in our tiny PMQ for the home we were moving into in just 6 weeks. And the baby! He was coming anytime. But that one night, when the bags were picked up and the phone calls to relatives made and the house was still, we sat in our room and I stared at him for a very long time. By the time Dh came home from war that first time, he was still weeks away from his 21st birthday. When I look at 20 year olds now they seem so young. When I look at my 10 year old son my…