A revelation came to me today. This is proof of the fact that things happen for a reason:
Today, a unit out of Fort Gordon, GA got on buses to eventually get on planes. Those planes are going to Iraq and Afghanistan. I was supposed to be with that unit.
If my back wasn't as fucked up the way it is, I would have left the unit I am currently with. I would have gone to another unit on Fort Gordon, and gotten on a plane today. My wife is 6 weeks pregnant, and if not for my back being fucked up, I would have not met my child until it was 3 or so months old.
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