He is here....and then gone again

I got an early morning wake up call with Dave's sweet voice saying he is back and for me to come and pick him up. The bombs went off in the middle of the night and they were instructed to grab all their stuff and march out immediately to avoid "being killed". My husband was successful in getting in the march and out safely. We (all dressed in our pj's) loaded the car and drove to the military post to pick him up. His cute smile, and stinky body, rolled into the car. We drove home enough for him to shave, eat, and leave again (no time for shower and all his military clothes are dirty), so same clothes and boots he ran out the door again. Not sure when he will get off today, but Thank You Lord for bringing him home safely to us! Here is the quick picture we got of him :) We love you Dave!