Whew!!--I almost had a panic attack!

I just turned the computer on for a little bit to check movie times here when I was greeted with a headline on msnbc: "Sandstorm Aids Militants In Green Zone Attack." Apparantly, Bagdhad was under attack from 6 p.m. Saturday until past dawn on Sunday, according to Al Jazeera English (the article was the only one of many I read to state a time range for the attacks). For half an hour I was freaking out, trying to find out if there were any casualties from the Green Zone attacks, because that is where Jon is. I was even about to email the battalion FRG leader to see if they had any information yet, because the media didn't get any yet.

Then I remembered that Jon called me super late yesterday (or I guess this morning). He usaully calls me later on my Saturday nights...around 10:30 when he usually calls at 9. Well yesterday I was keeping track of my phone all night while I was hanging out with my neighbor, and even after SNL got over at 11:30 I still didn't get a call from him. I figured he probably got caught up with work. I finally did get a phone call from him at a quarter to 1 in the morning, but I was so tired and grouchy by then I couldn't talk long. When I asked him why he was calling so late, he told me that he "was busy." Now I know what he was busy with! So just now, it took me a while to figure out that my hubby was probably OK because his phone call was made late Sunday morning his time (around 11 a.m.).

That half an hour was torture....wondering if my husband was OK and how things are over there. It's so frustrating because you need to know, but there's no way of knowing until you get that all-important phone call. It didn't help that on the 6th of this month they were mortared with 2 casualties. Jon actually told me about this one after the fact. It hit one of their gyms ("not the one I go to...the other one")--it came in through the roof. He told me about a Major he used to attend the same Jewish services with who was one of the casualties. It scares me because with these things there's no way of knowing where they're going to hit. You could be walking around outside and one can come out of nowhere headed straight for you...and there's nothing you can do about it. Jon doesn't tell me about any incidents because he doesn't want me to worry unnecessarily, and I really appreciate his concern for me in that way. But at times like these, I wish he would have told me during that short phone call so he could have saved me the freak out episode I just had. I don't know what would be better....being kept in the dark about everything or knowing about everything. I think I've come to the point to where I want to know. Wouldn't you? Now I have to convince him to satisfy this need of mine.