Today was one of those, "Where were you when...?" moments; so horrifying that it has the power to polarize one's life into before and after. Keith called me from his last trip on post and asked me if I was watching TV; he said something bad had happened.
I wasn't watching TV, I thought the thing was unplugged and was unaware of anything. Keith said there had been a shooting at Ft. Hood in Texas and that the post here might get locked down, he was trying to get out but there were really long lines.
Surprisingly, I was able to get the TV hooked back up and since that moment, it has been on non-stop. Keith got home looking haggard. We spent the afternoon and evening curled up together on the bare mattress, trying to make sense of it all.
But there is no sense. It's a terrible and disorienting day. I cannot imagine what it must be like for the family members who live at Ft. Hood, whose men should have been safe at home.
