I was able to talk to Jon yesterday for 9 minutes and 31 seconds. That's 16 days worth of pent up emotion right there! To be honest, I'm still processing the call, and it took me quite a while to recover.
I was just so relieved to be able to talk to him that I'm pretty sure I flubbed up a good half of it by constant repetition of, "Oh my gosh it's so good to hear your voice. I miss you... I love you."
We did get to talk briefly about his training. He said that the gas chamber wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. (Yay!) He also said that he's a pretty good marksman. :) He sounded very confident about the physical aspects of basic. He says he's just a balder, skinnier version of the same old Jon. :)
I really am worried about him though, because he has yet to receive any of the 20 letters I've sent so far. Did he think I'd abandoned him? He must have been feeling so alone. He didn't sound very positive about the emotions of this separation at all, and it broke my heart. :( I miss him terribly and I know he's missing all of us even more.
I have to say, it felt like I could actually breathe full breaths for that 9 minutes and 31 seconds we were connected. Maybe I'll be able to breathe again next week.
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Separation is hard. Phone calls are both happy and sad, at the same time. However, excitement is rising each day that brings us closer to graduation and Christmas. J and Brie, you are loved.
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