I was driving to GA to visit family and I got a call that no wife wants to get. Nicholas had crashed. He was ok but it is still one of the scariest moments of my life. I’m thankful that he was the one that called me because I think I would have had a panic attack if it was a call from the FRG and I couldn’t hear his voice to really know he was alive. His aircraft had a complete engine failure and he crashed in the middle of a valley in Afghanistan. I still get chills thinking about it.
It’s actually hard to believe that it’s only been 2 years because it really feels like it’s been so much longer. And to put our life in perspective for that time frame, in the last 2 years Nicholas has been deployed for 9 months of it (6 months after the crash and then the 3 months of this deployment) and he also spent 5 months TDY out of state. So in the last 2 years he has actually been home with me, in our house, for 10 months. Dang, that’s actually the first time I’ve actually added that up and it sucks.
Nicholas had brought up the idea of getting out of the Army before the crash and we had been tossing it around, weighing the pros and cons. After the crash he was done. He told me the crash sealed the deal and he was done and getting out. I fully supported him and still do. When people ask me why he’s getting out I tell them “3 deployments in 6 years, and that doesn’t even count TDY time, would you stay in?”. One year from now we will be walking away from the Army and starting our new life and I can’t wait.




