My sister called me yesterday to let me know that my nephew, Ken, was in Wisconsin for de-mobilization and would be flying out of Minneapolis/St. Paul airport today.
I went to the airport this morning expecting to have to have him paged. I also thought I'd stop at the Armed Services lounge. My cell phone rang as I was driving up the airport parking ramp. I fumbled the phone and disconnected the caller.
My phone rang again as I was parking and was able to answer it. It was Ken. He was in the Armed Services lounge.
It was incredibly great to see Ken. I hadn't realized how anxious I was about his being over in Iraq until I got to see him back over here.
1 comment:
yay! welcome home, ken, and let's hope you don't go anywhere else soon!
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