The Call Home

The Call Home

From Chicken Soup for the Military Wife's Soul

The Call Home

My husband is in the army. As part of an infantry unit at the 101st Airborne (Air Assault) Division in Fort Campbell, Kentucky, he left for the war in Iraq on March 2, 2003, but he assured me that he would call as often as he could.

Three days after he left, he called me from Camp New York in Kuwait. I received calls from him on a regular basis for about a month. Then, he told me that he was leaving Camp New York. He couldn’t tell me where he was going, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to call me for a month or more. Not only was I worried about where he was going, but, more so, what he was going to be doing.

A few weeks went by, and I had heard nothing. Since I hadn’t been part of the military world for very long, I was getting very worried. I talked to wives of his fellow soldiers, and no one had heard anything. I watched the news all the time, and the war just seemed to be getting more and more intense and violent.

One night, about a month since the last time he had called, I was lying in bed, crying my eyes out and praying with all my heart. “Please, God, just let me know he is okay. Please! I have to know he is okay!” I cried all night and got very little sleep. The next day, I was driving down the interstate when my cell phone rang. It was a number that I didn’t recognize, and my heart raced as I answered it. “Hello? . . . Hello?” I answered.

“Hi, baby!” The familiar voice on the other end was his!

“Oh, my gosh! How are you?” Questions were racing through my head, flooding my mind.

He said, “I’m okay. I found this satellite phone in a field, and it worked. I love you and I’m okay.”

“I love you, too! I miss you so much!” I replied. And then the phone went silent and nothing else. I sat there and waited for him to call back, but he didn’t. I knew that was the answer to my prayer. All I wanted to know was that he was okay. I thought to myself, What are the odds of his finding a satellite phone in the middle of the desert? I didn’t hear from him for about twenty more days, but that didn’t bother me because I knew he was alive and okay.

He is home safe now. To this day, I still sit in awe of God and his miraculous ways.

C. Boggs

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