How It All Began

The Best Call In The World...

So around a year after he first left the county, Keith got to come home. Or at least to Texas. It was a amazing moment when I got a short email from the Kuwait airport saying that he was getting on a flight within the hour. It was one of the first times I had cried since that long goodbye call a year before. It was as if I had not let myself worry too much when he was over there in harms way and I could finally come clean with how much I was holding it in. I just sobbed for nothing in particular, and it felt good to let it all out.

That next afternoon I got the call. From the Northeast somewhere, Maine I think, Keith was on American soil. When I think back to it now, I wonder if I was the first person he called, and I am flattered and almost feel guilty for being such a big part of his life sometimes. My friends in the shop at school still remember me that day, bouncing off the walls with relief and excitement was a understatement. I immediately made plans to fly to Fort Hood, Texas as soon as I could, just 36 hours later I would touch down.