Time truly flies. A year is nothing. Adam has been gone seven months, eight if you count Camp Roberts. I have spent this past year bettering myself, and I know he has, too. I felt a closeness to him while he was on leave that I hadn't felt before, and I think it has to do with him growing and changing as he serves our country. Truth be told, I haven't changed much, so it must be him. In some odd way, being apart has actually bettered our relationship and brought us closer.
He is doing fine, keeping busy with missions and playing "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2," a Christmas present from me. I shouldn't get him a war game, I know, but that's all he likes. He bought a nice 26-inch TV that hopefully will make it home in once piece. For the past week or so, they have been on QRF, which stands for quick reaction force, though Adam said "there is nothing quick about it." Essentially they are on call and must respond immediately if something happens.
We talk frequently, and that makes things easier. We sometimes Skype when his Internet connection is stable, and otherwise we IM. My AIM messages forward to my phone if I'm not online, so I'm connected 24/7 for the most part. His AIM name is "fodgtastic" should you want to IM him.
There isn't much else to report. He expects to be home late April or early May. That seems far away, yet it seems like nothing at all. We have come so far, and I can't wait for the so much more we get to go.
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