E-mails from the Front

My husband isn't much of a talker. Oh sure, I know how to get him going if I want to, but when it comes to communicating through e-mail it's like pulling very stuck teeth.

I have been writing him at least a few paragraphs every day, letting him know what we've been up to. In return, he'll send me a sentence or two. He's even ended his e-mails with, "I don't know what else to say."

Apparently, I laid on a bit of guilt. What? I didn't mean to! I didn't even know I was doing it.

So, after our last phone call he decided to sit down and write me a good e-mail. Man, when he decides to communicate, he really decides to communicate.

He talked about what it is like in Iraq. He told me about his co-workers and roommate. He told me what his daily routine is like. He sent me a list of things to send him.

And he told me that it is his job to pick out the movie for Saturday movie night.

That is truly disturbing. I mean he may have mentioned something about mortars and rockets, but the truly scary thing here is that they are letting him pick out the movies.

Clearly they don't really know him yet at all. He asked me to send him Team America.

I'm scared.