My Hero, my dad.

4 more soldiers were killed in Afghanistan.

My dads in charge of all the paper work and stuff when a soldier dies, so when I think about what he's going through I start to cry because when ever my dad is upset or having a rough time I just hug him and I wait for him to sigh and relax. I can't hug him. I cant wait for him to sigh. I can't hold on to him.

I know he's over there doing what he always dreamed of doing, but I can't help but think that he's going to change. What if he comes back and he's not the same person. When he calls on sundays I can hear it in his voice. He's sad, and lonely. He's my dad, he's suppose to be happy and strong. He's always been amazing, I want him to come back the same person. War changes people, but I want to believe that my dad is strong enough to over come that. He's helped us through so much, he's been the support system for this family for so long that if he wasn't strong there's no way we would be.

Come home safe!