Yup, its official, for now. We were told late yesterday afternoon that the operational deletion of Travis' orders went through and was accepted. He is safe, for the time being.
What traditionally happens when there is this type of deletion is that in a month or two, or maybe three, he'll come down on orders again. Okie Dokie. We wanted to know, we know, but for some reason I don't feel all that secure in this.
Oh, then there's what Travis said last night while we were talking about it. He said, "Well, maybe Korea will show up on the radar. If it does, then I can take that, leave here, not go to Iraq again, then I'll wind up being stationed back here again." Umm, if that's what you want, Baby. I guess in an odd way that's the best of everything.
I think after the go-round we've had over the last two months, with all the uncertainty, he has reconsidered going back to Iraq. I'm ok with that, he's certainly the expert of the two of us. I wouldn't want to go back to the land of (as Travis puts it) "smelly dudes in dresses." Hmm, can't say I blame him.
So, we stay in the southwest. We like it here. Amanda will be through the moon on this one. She's been willing the staying to happen. Nolan will be pissed. I mean pissed! We haven't told him yet.
No boxes. Yet...
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