This...is going to be hard to write.
Exactly 1 year ago today, My friend Nicki lost her husband in Afghanistan. As he was travelling, his vehicle struck an IED(Improvised Explosive Device) 4 service members were lost in the accident.
CPT. Brian 'Bubba' Bunting was a West Point grad. He had been called up as part of the Individual Ready Reserve(IRR) to serve on this deployment.He had married Nicki, and they had a son about a year after they got married. He had just returned after his 2 week R&R back home. And he died.
2 weeks after his death, Nicki learned that she was expecting another child. Can you imagine how bittersweet that is?I can't imagine the range of emotions that flooded her at that point. Can anyone, till you're there?
As a response, she's started Bubba's Belly Run, a 5k and 1 mile fun (pregnancy :P) walk, in his memory, and in the memory of all the soldiers lost. Her strength and compassion are amazing. I can't imagine being in her shoes.
But truth of the matter is... you do. As a military spouse, anytime one of us loses someone, or a spouse gets injured... not only do we all feel it, but we all play through it. We all imagine the scary 'What-ifs' that we typically try to hide. We all imagine, and ask ourselves, "What if it had been my husband?" It's selfish, masochistic, and weird, but I know I do it.
I've already shed a few tears today for Nicki, Bubba, Connor, and Cooper. I imagine I will again later. And tonight, I will--in fear that one day it will be me. That one day that dreaded knock on the door will come, and what will I do then? Who will I turn to?
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