Twelve years of good-byes. I should know all the different ways to say this by now, I think. We’ve done sappiness, snark, dark humor, flippancy, and a dozen other moods. But there’s never an easy way to have this last talk before a combat deployment. No matter which mood we choose, or how many of them we manage to cycle through in a single conversation, it’s always unnatural to have to think about the possibility that it’s going to be the last time we see and talk to each other.
