checking in. or out.

the last few days have been extremely tough. after two other trips to base, only to be told to come back, today was the day. we woke up at 2:30 this morning to be at base by 4:30. matty finally got on the bus at 11. today i am in ruins, but tomorrow will be better. i told matty i wouldn't cry in front of him when he was leaving, and i didn't. i think it was better that way. i would have been a fucking wreck, otherwise. all i have to say is, my dude is the shit. i am one lucky lady. i'll leave you with his unit in formation, right before they boarded the bus.