I FINALLY got an email from my son! Whew, feels good to exhale. He didn't answer my question though about location. Wherever he is, he said it feels like living in the "devil's butt" - the flight line registered 140 degrees, and the past three days have been rugged sandstorms. They don't even sweat water - they sweat salt. He did not leave his address and said not to send him anything because he wouldn't be able to get it. Ugh, okay - so I tell people he's out playing in the sand?

He's not working with the marines. He's working with the Army and Air Force ground units, guarding the base and going on patrols.

Sigh...this scares the heck out of me, but he sounded prepared and ready for whatever comes his way. I hope to God that was my son talking. I hope he remembers what we've taught him.

Okay, I'm fine with this - well, I have to be. BUT, my heart will still jump whenever I hear of a U.S. soldier killed - ANYWHERE. I will have to hold my breath again until I hear from my son.

Please help me in praying for ALL of our soldiers.