Damn the Mississippi . . .

Damn the Mississippi . . . Damn the Levees . . . Damn the Rain

I am really so damn proud of her.  She wears the uniform of a soldier.  She has been to Iraq twice.  And the stripes on her arm are those of a Seargent.  But this will be night seven.  Night seven of knowing that she is walking the top of a levee, wearing night vision goggles and a life vest, looking for signs that the levee is not going to hold.  Night seven of worrying that the levee won't hold where she is walking.  Night seven of knowing she would have it no other way.

Night seven of missing her and knowing I can't live without her.  Night seven to wake in the dark startled that she isn't there.  And one less night until she is home again.