The call...

My friend Daniel, the white-Cuban who can't speak Spanish, we joke about that quite a bit, is leaving today on a 16 hr flight to Iraq. I HATE it, I don't think that I can reiterate that enough. I thought that I’d missed his call, which I did, but I was able to him for 2 hours last night and I was so excited. We always talk about the strangest things for our age group
I suppose, but it always works for us. I mean the stuff we talk about ranges from my school and classes, his job, the military, our respective families and friends, books, religion, children on our views on raising them, marriage and other strange topics for college age individuals, which I suppose isn’t all that strange.
Its funny that he says he doesn’t like talking on the phone because we always talk forever. I think that the hardest part of a phone call is the letting go, you are already apart but you have this special way to connect and you inevitably have to give it up. I'm never quite sure what to say when I’ve got to say goodbye, it always comes out kind of awkward especially when I want to say something meaningful like "I'll miss you" it comes out a bit like "ok, well I’ll talk to you later..." darn, my lack of articulation! I hate it when friends have to go so far away.
I love talking to such good friends whom I’ve know for such a long time, I think I’ve known Daniel for almost 6, maybe 7 years, its kind of strange to think that. I will be glad when he comes home safe, and that goes for all the other military guys I know.