Let me take this opportunity to answer some questions:
I knew he was coming home at some point that week, just not when.
I had been planning to meet him at the airport and icing him. Ya know, with a Smirnoff Ice. Missed opportunity.
He served in Germany. His life wasn't in danger. He didn't kill anyone. I can't fathom how spouses can even function throughout the day when their troops are in warzones.
But he was gone for 10 months so you can't tell me that doesn't suck.