Firepower Forward is on his way home

For the last year I have been reading FF's posts, gleaning some insight into what it must be like for my boyfriend during his deployment. His posts have often left me in tears or at least with a lump in my throat. And although this paragraph might seem innocuous to many readers, it was no exception:

Last night, our C-17 turned onto the end of the Bagram, the cabin lights went dark, and then with brakes holding us fast, the massive engines roared up to full throttle. Suddenly the brakes were released and I was jolted back in my seat as the mammoth aircraft lurched down the runway. A moment later we rotated into I am sure was a space shuttle like trajectory, and at 14:45 Dublin Pub Time I left Afghanistan soil for the last time.

I can't wait until my boyfriend gets on that plane too. Part of me will be with him, as I have been this past year. And I can't wait for him to come home again, so I can feel whole again.