About 15 minutes ago I received a phone call from the army contact who is supposed to call when my husband arrives home from Iraq so I can go pick him up. I see the name on the caller ID and get very excited. This is a stupid thing to do.
I pick up and say hello. She replie cheerfully and gives the usual innane 60 seconds of "how are you the sky is blue" nonsense you get with these calls. And then.... "Is your husband home yet."
I double check the caller ID, nope, same person. I go, "No. You're supposed to call me when he comes in."
"Oh," says she. "We thought maybe he went home on an earlier flight. Do you know where he is?"
I look around for the hidden camera.... "Isn't that your job?"
"Well, yeah," says the font of all useless information. "But we don't know where he is now."
She then proceeds to rant about how frustrating this is and complains that her husband has to take a cargo plane home tomorrow because regular planes can't get in for unspecified reasons.
And she asks, "What are you going to do?"
"Laugh," I say. "What else would I do?"
She's just told me my husband has gone missing overseas, the army can't find him, and his name is not on the manifest to come home this weekend.
So if my husband calls I'll call the army and let them know I found him. He's a grown adult who travels frequently and he's with 3 other guys (last time I checked via phone call on the 17th) who are nice responsible people. I'm sure they can figure out how to get a plane home.
This is why I write.
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