Well, it's official. I'm barely even one day into my husband's first deployment, and I'm already full of doubts and anger towards the military. He was supposed to have left this past friday, but the flight was delayed until yesterday. He was set to flight out last night at 10:55pm for Afghanistan, but his flight was delayed yet again, because of weight discrepancies and lack of flight time for the pilots. But instead of allowing him to come home early this morning, and staying with me for the day, they are making him stay at the airfield. They pulled out cots and made them sleep there. The only plus that I can think of is that he is being paid deployment pay while all of this nonsense is taking place!
Meanwhile, I'm stuck at home, with no friends in town, and a crazy cat driving me up the wall. I just wish that we could have a couple more weeks together to actually get settled in this town. I feel like I would be better off packing up all of my stuff and moving back in with my parents for the rest of the deployment.
So far, the only information I have is that first they will fly into Germany on an eight hour flight, be there for a couple hours while the crew refuels the plane, and then it's another eight hour flight into Kyrgyzstan. He's not sure how long he'll be there, but it could be anywhere from 2 hours to 3 days.
I have no idea when I will be able to talk to him next, but for now, I will spend my time filling out paperwork for my new job and finding various other ways to distract myself from the fact that my husband of only 6 months is only 5 miles away from me, and I'm not allowed to talk to him or see him.