"This is not a test, this is not a test." rang through our apartment tonight. "There is an intruder on compound..." As I closed the drapes I stole a glance at the playground. It seemed so still, so silent. The moon sparkled on the fresh layer of snow blanketing the earth. As I drew the curtains I thought about our RSOs and Marines out there searching the grounds. They do this for me. They take their safety into their own hands to protect me and my children. I thought about my husband, already called to the med unit. His skills are needed because we do not live in a world of peace. I do not know who is hurt or how bad. It is either one of my friends who are my co-workers or the intruder. My husband's calm and gentle hands may be helping someone who just compromised our safety. I'm in a bit of shock. When I am in an emergent state I tend to freeze up. My mind stops working. I like to keep my hands busy. I cleaned the kitchen. I try to pray but honestly, my robot mentality in these times can't even get words or thoughts threw to God. He knows. He knows I'm nervous. He knows I'm incapable. Tomorrow will dawn anew. Life will go on. But in this moment I am still before God knowing that only He is in control.
The next morning. My husband came in after midnight. Some crazy guy decided to climb the wall and cut himself up on the razor wire. Brilliant. But it's the crazies in this world that make me nervous. Thank goodness that this crazy guy gave up.
The next morning. My husband came in after midnight. Some crazy guy decided to climb the wall and cut himself up on the razor wire. Brilliant. But it's the crazies in this world that make me nervous. Thank goodness that this crazy guy gave up.
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